Dreaming Of… Italy. Alison Roberts

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СКАЧАТЬ Growing up as a foster kid isn’t easy.”

      “But you made something of yourself.”

      “Yes, I did.”

      “And you still think the world is ugly?”

      “I think the world is hard, not a sweet soft place like you do.”

      She gasped. “Are you calling me a Pollyanna? I’m not a Pollyanna!”

      He sniffed a laugh. “Right.”

      “There are things in my past, too.”

      “Uh-huh. The law suit.”

      Her chin lifted. “It was humiliating.”

      “And I’m sure it probably scared you. But I also know the kid dropped his suit. And I’m pretty sure your two parents cuddled you the whole way through it.”

      “Well, you snob!”

      His mouth fell open. “Snob?”

      “Do you think everybody with parents had it easy?”

      “Certainly easier than those of us who didn’t have parents.”

      “Parents can’t fix everything.”

      “And what happened to poor Miss Vivi that couldn’t be fixed? Boyfriend break your heart?”

      “My boyfriend turned out to be nothing like everybody thought he was.”

      “So you called him evil names, his parents sued and you ended up the bad girl.”

      “Leave it alone.”

      He sucked in a breath, suddenly so curious he couldn’t stop himself. All along he’d recognized there was something about her, something different, something important. And he knew it had something to do with that lawsuit. Yet she wouldn’t tell him. She pushed and pushed and pushed to hear everything about his life. And he’d coughed up one fact after another. Yet here she was refusing to tell him something he could probably find for himself.

      “I could look it up.”

      She blanched. “Don’t. This is painful for me, as painful as your past is to you.”

      He pulled the car to the side of the road and cut the engine. “Seriously? You have some kind of teenage Romeo and Juliet thing happen to you and think you can compare it to being left in a church? Abandoned? Raised by people who only took care of you because the state gave them money?”

      She licked her lips.

      “Come on. You started this. You ask me questions all the time. Now I’m pushing you. What the hell did this kid do that was so bad you had to try to ruin his reputation and force his parents to sue you?”

      She glanced down at her hands. “He attacked me. He would have raped me if I hadn’t been able to get away.”

      Tucker froze for three seconds before regret poured through him like hot maple syrup. “Oh, my God. He attacked you?”

      “And the thing I did that was so bad that his parents sued? I tried to have him prosecuted.”

      He’d never felt this combination of remorse and fury before, and had no idea how to deal with it. For every bit as much as he wished he could take back his angry words, he also wanted to punch the kid who’d hurt her. “I’m so sorry.”

      “We were dating. Everybody assumed we were doing it. After all, he was the star quarterback on the local college football team. Handsome. Wealthy. Every girl in town wanted to date him and he picked me.”

      “You don’t have to go on.”

      She pulled herself together. Right before his eyes she went from being weak and vulnerable, to being Vivi. His sassy assistant. “Oh, why not? After all, you can look it up.”

      Regret slithered through him. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry that I pushed.”

      “You wanted to know. Now you know.”

      And he suddenly got it. Her impertinence, her sassiness was a defense mechanism. She’d rather be bossy, pushy, than weak.

      Right now, to make up for his stupidity, all he had to do was give her that. Deal with her bossiness, her sassiness rather than her pain.

      “Whatever.” It physically hurt to downplay her experience, but he knew that’s what she wanted. She’d rather be sassy than weak. “You’d just better be sure you’re right about Antonio.”

      “I’m right.”

      “And you’re the one explaining this to Constanzo.”

      She straightened her shoulders. “I have no problem with that.”

      “Fine.”

      “Fine.”

      The determination in her voice should have heartened him, but he kept picturing her at nineteen, innocent, trusting...and some kid, some smart-assed small-town bully with parents who thought he could do no wrong...accosting her.

      It was everything he could do not to beat his hand against his steering wheel.

      Especially since he was the one who’d brought up those memories for her.

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      CONSTANZO MET THEM at the door of his lavish home. “So?”

      “So, we met your son.”

      After their conversation in the car, Vivi was abundantly glad Tucker was a workaholic who thought of nothing but his business. Any day of the week, she’d rather think about work than her past. He didn’t care that he’d ripped open old wounds. He didn’t care that her nerves were shattered, her brain was numb. He’d pushed for answers and he’d gotten them. Then he’d moved on, leaving her to deal with the repercussions.

      Yet another reason to ignore the attraction that hummed between them.

      Constanzo motioned for them to follow him back down the hall. “You met my son and—?”

      “And he’s a gifted artist. Your friend Vivi made up a story about you wanting to do a showing for a promising artist and he was one of the people we were checking out. He ate it up like candy on a spoon.”

      As they reached a living room with soft white sofas, modern-print area rugs, a stunning stone fireplace and a wall of windows that displayed the pool, Constanzo faced her. “Is this so?”

      She winced. As if it wasn’t bad enough she’d just told the guy she had feelings for about the most horrific thing ever to happen to her, and he hadn’t shown her one ounce of compassion, now he’d fed her to the lions.

      “I just felt he would need time to СКАЧАТЬ