Pregnancy Of Passion. Lucy Monroe

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      The girl’s head came up and she beamed at Salvatore as if he was some sort of benevolent benefactor, when Elisa knew he was anything but.

      “Thank you, signor.”

      “From the look of the ring, congratulations are in order, are they not?”

      It was David’s turn to smile. “Oh, yes. We’re going to be married as soon as we get back home.”

      “Isn’t that romantic?” gushed the girl. She looked warmly at her soon-to-be husband. “We met while we were on a European tour. We loved Italy so much, we decided to stay an extra couple of weeks.”

      “And then we decided to get married.” David sounded very satisfied by that state of affairs, his Texas drawl putting emphasis on the word “married.”

      “Congratulations. I’m sure you’ll be very happy,” said the man for whom the word “commitment” was considered equivalent to a four-letter word of the worst order.

      Elisa ignored him while the couple thanked him for his good wishes, bought the ring and the matching wedding bands that went with it and then left.

      After they were gone, she busied herself arranging the jewelry in the case to disguise the hole left by the sold merchandise. She didn’t have anything else to put there and wouldn’t until after the auction. There were no funds to buy more stones, much less the gold to set them.

      “Pretending I’m not here will not make me go away.”

      She turned and faced him, despising the physical impact his presence even now had on her body.

      Her nipples tightened and she felt a reaction in her inmost being she had not had in twelve long months. It was the reaction of her body to its natural mate. Even if her mind and her heart detested him, her body insisted on behaving as if they had been created one for the other.

      Not likely.

      “Why are you here?” As if she couldn’t guess.

      She’d lived in Italy most of her adult life and her father was Sicilian. One thing she’d come to realize: Italian guilt was a heavy burden, but Sicilian guilt was even heavier.

      And Salvatore had a lot to feel guilty about. More than he knew. More than she would willingly tell him.

      Did he want absolution?

      He shifted his six-foot-four-inch frame into a leaning position against one of the cases. “Your father sent me.”

      “Papa?” Her heart contracted. “Is something wrong?”

      Dark eyes probed hers and she wanted to close the lids, to protect her inmost thoughts from a man who saw too much while at the same time seeing far too little. He had seen her desire for him, but had not recognized the love. He had seen her reticence about becoming involved, but had been blind to the innocence that had spawned it.

      In the end, he had seen her pregnancy, but not his own imminent fatherhood in it.

      He sighed now, as if what he saw in her eyes bothered him. “Other than the fact you have not come home in over a year?”

      “Sicily is not my home.”

      “It is where your father lives.”

      “And his wife.”

      “Your sister also.”

      Yes, Annemarie lived with her parents still. Only three years younger than Elisa’s twenty-five years, Annemarie showed no signs of wanting to move out and make it on her own in the world. Shawna, Elisa’s mother, would be appalled, just as she had been by even the slightest inclination to cling shown by her own daughter.

      Elisa had been raised to be fiercely independent. Her sister had been cosseted in true Sicilian tradition. “Annemarie will probably live at home until she marries.”

      “This is not a bad thing.”

      Elisa shrugged. “To each her own.” She was pleased with her life in the small town outside of Rome. Her job allowed her to travel, at least when there were the funds to do so, and she had no one to dictate to her. No one at all.

      “The announcement buzzer did not go off when I entered the store.”

      Trust a security expert to notice. “It’s broken.”

      “It must be fixed.”

      “It will be.” After the auction.

      “You have not asked why your father asked me to come.”

      “I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready. You implied there was nothing wrong with him.”

      “There is not. If you discount the fear he has for your safety.”

      Had her father told Salvatore about the crown jewels? She wouldn’t put it past him. Francesco Guiliano was a traditional man. Elisa was the result of his one ride on the wild side, an affair with film star Shawna Tyler. He’d wanted marriage when the pregnancy was discovered. Her mother had said no, and meant it. She hadn’t wanted a husband to tie her down and had never allowed having a daughter to do so either.

      “Why is Papa afraid for me?” She’d been living on her own for seven years.

      “He does not believe Signor di Adamo has sufficient security to take possession of something as valuable and controversial as the crown jewels of Mukar.”

      “That’s ridiculous. This is a jewelry store. Of course we can handle having possession of the jewels.”

      Salvatore moved an impatient hand. “They are worth ten times the entire stock in this place. There is more than one faction in Mukar that is unhappy with the dissolution of the monarchy and the sale of the jewels.”

      “Mukar needs the working capital. The former crown prince understands that and was willing to make whatever sacrifices were necessary to help his country survive.”

      “Nevertheless, you are at risk.” He sounded so solemn, as if he actually cared.

      She almost snorted. Right. Salvatore might feel guilty about the way he’d treated her, but he didn’t care about her and she’d be a fool to allow herself the luxury of that fantasy.

      “I’m perfectly fine.”

      “With a broken security buzzer?” He looked around the small jewelry store with a contemptuous eye. “The other security measures here are old and out of date. Even a second-rate thief would have no problem robbing Adamo Jewelers.”

      “That’s not going to happen. There hasn’t been a robbery at Adamo’s since before Signor di Adamo took over the store and he’s in his sixties.”

      “Sì. He is an old man. Too weak to protect you. And times change. You cannot live in ignorance of those changes, even here.” He swept his hand out in an arc, indicating the store, but even more so, the small town in which she lived.

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