Italian Bachelors: Irresistible Sicilians. Michelle Smart

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      But that had been a long time ago. Any love she felt for him had died ten months ago when the truth about him could no longer be denied.

      ‘Only the uninvited ones.’ Deliberately she made a big show of slipping the safety catch off the gun. ‘I will tell you one last time, get out of my house.’

      He had inched close enough for her to see the pulse in his temple throb. She had to get him out of the house right now.

      ‘Put the gun away, Grace. You have no idea how to handle such a dangerous weapon.’

      * * *

      Having a gun pointed at him had not figured in any of the welcomes Luca had been expecting. His heart thundered beneath his chest and, while he did not believe she would shoot him, the last thing he wanted was to panic her into doing something beyond either of their control.

      He could hardly credit that he had found her. Finally.

      As soon as he had positively identified her photo, he had boarded the jet kept on permanent standby for this very purpose, and travelled straight to England.

      Grace’s face was void of expression. ‘You have no idea what I’m capable of handling. How did you find me?’

      Somehow he managed to quell the spike of rage her toneless words provoked. She could be speaking to a stranger for all the emotion she conveyed. ‘With great difficulty. Now put the gun down. I only want to talk to you. Nothing more.’

      She made no attempt to hide her incredulity. ‘You came all this way and went to all this trouble just so you could talk to me? If you just wanted to talk, why not knock on the door like a normal person rather than get a stooge to distract me so you can break in through the back door?’

      ‘Because, my clever, deceitful Grace, you have led me on a merry dance around Europe. You have gone to incredible lengths to hide from me.’ So successful had she been in keeping one step ahead, he’d been ready to believe she had a magic portal to vanish with whenever he got too close. Even before he’d verified the picture was truly her, he had insisted his men keep a close watch on the house with instructions to follow her if she went anywhere. Just in case. He would not let her slip through his fingers again.

      ‘I haven’t led you anywhere. If I had wanted you to find me I would have given directions.’ Keeping hold of the gun with her right hand, she wiped her left down the side of her thin dressing gown, the movement pulling it open.

      Her detachment was all on the surface.

      A heavy thickness settled in his blood. The long pyjama bottoms and matching vest top showed off her slender, almost androgynous figure beautifully. Yet there was something softer than he remembered about her physique, a softness not matched in the coolness of her unwavering hazel eyes.

      His mouth ran dry. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he continued to scrutinise her.

      She had changed so much. If he had crossed her in the street he would have likely not recognised her. This, undoubtedly, had been her intention.

      He had almost disregarded the photo. It had been taken mere minutes after his men arrived and strategically placed themselves out of sight of her security cameras. She had left the house for a few moments to collect her post from the box at the bottom of her driveway, bundled up in a thick, shapeless coat. They had managed to fire off a couple of shots before she had gone back inside but only one had captured part of her face.

      The angle of her head had caught his attention. As he’d studied it closely a flicker in his belly had ignited. It was Grace. It was the same angle she always tilted her head when thinking, the same angle she would strike when standing in front of a large canvas with a paintbrush in her mouth. Of course, in those days, her hair had been long. And blonde. Not the short, red pixie haircut she now sported. It was a style he should find abhorrent but on Grace he found strangely compelling. Sexy.

      Very sexy.

      ‘How was I supposed to know you didn’t want to be found?’ he asked coolly. ‘You left without a word to me or anyone. You didn’t even have the courtesy to leave a note.’

      ‘I would have thought my silence made it clear.’

      Her silence had spoken volumes. But how could he not search for her? He would have searched for ever.

      This was the woman who had promised to love and honour him until death did they part, not until...

      That was the precise problem. He had no idea why she had simply vanished from his life.

      And he could hardly credit he was now standing less than ten feet from her.

      ‘You didn’t take any of your clothes.’ She hadn’t taken anything. She had gone for a walk on the estate, climbed over the fence that marked the perimeter and vanished.

      ‘Your goons would have been suspicious if I’d wandered through the vineyard with a ruddy great suitcase.’

      Was that really sarcasm he detected in her voice? From Grace?

      ‘I knew you would try to find me. That’s why I have a gun—to stop you or your men from forcing me to return. Because I tell you now, I am not setting foot in Sicily again. So, unless you want to learn for yourself how good my aim is, I suggest you leave. And put your hands back up where I can see them.’

      For a moment all he could do was stare in disbelief. ‘What the hell happened to you?’

      This was not the happy-go-lucky artist he had known and loved, the woman who had always looked at him with such happiness. He had long been accustomed to women looking at him with lust—devotion even. No one could ever accuse Grace of something as insipid as devotion yet she was the only woman who had ever made him feel her world was a better, happier place just for him being in it. She was the only woman who had ever made his world a happier place for being in it.

      By contrast, this woman’s eyes conveyed nothing but cold, hard contempt. It was like looking into the eyes of a stranger.

      The wife he knew did not exist any more. Not for him. Maybe she was the same old Grace when in the company of friends. Maybe she could still warm a cold room with a smile.

      But not for him.

      Her icy voice broke through the sudden haze clouding his vision. ‘You know what they say: marry in haste, repent at leisure. Well, I have done nothing but repent since I left you.’

      Long-ago uttered words floated back to him. ‘I love you more than anyone or anything. I belong to you, Luca. We belong to each other.’

      His stomach heaved. He sucked in air through his nostrils, breathing deeply to quell the nausea lining his throat.

      This was not his wife.

      He should turn around and walk away but he deserved answers.

      And he would have them. If he had to tie her to a chair for a month he would get the truth out of her.

      ‘I’ll ask you one more time—how did you find me?’ She repeated her earlier question through gritted teeth.

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