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      ‘We would look like sailors,’ Aurora sulked.

      Nico pressed the bridge of his nose between finger and thumb. What the hell had he been thinking? What had possessed him to venture into Silibri? He should have sold the land there and been done with it…

      Yet as he sat there he recalled Aurora’s emphatic no when he had suggested that the night after—

      Damn, no matter how he tried to avoid it, all roads led to that night.

      Nico forced himself back to the moment: What in God’s name was he doing, sitting here discussing fabric? It was his hotel and it had been four years in the making.

      The trouble with the Silibri venture was that the staff considered it to be their hotel too. They were all so involved and took it all so personally.

      ‘What about the same green as the other hotels, but in linen?’ Francesca suggested.

      Aurora shook her head.

      ‘That just takes us back to the Merry Men,’

      ‘So what do you suggest, Aurora?’ Nico threw down his pen in exasperation.

      Of course she had an immediate answer. ‘Persian Orange.’

      From her seemingly bottomless bag she produced several swatches of fabric and proceeded to pass them around. It was a linen blend that wouldn’t crease, she assured them, and with one look Nico knew she was right.

      ‘It is the colour of the temple ruins and the monastery just before sunset,’ Aurora said. ‘And you know how beautiful Silibri looks at that time of night. Mother Nature chose her colours wisely.’

      ‘It is a bold colour,’ Vincenzo objected. ‘A touch too bold, perhaps?’

      ‘I don’t agree that it is too bold; it is, in fact, quite plain,’ Aurora refuted, then cocked her head to the side.

      Nico watched as her knowing eyes weighed up Vincenzo.

      ‘Are you worried that it might clash with your red hair?’

      ‘Of course not…’ Vincenzo was flustered and smoothed said red hair down.

      ‘Because,’ Aurora continued, ‘we could have bespoke shades on the same theme, with Persian Orange being the main one.’

      ‘Bespoke shades…?’ Vincenzo checked.

      And Nico watched silently as his marketing manager warmed to his new assistant’s idea, and watched, too, Aurora’s small, self-satisfied smile as of course she got her way.

      Heaven help Vincenzo, Nico thought, trying to manage her. Because Aurora could not be managed nor contained.

      She was as Sicilian as Mount Etna, as volatile as the volcano it was famous for, and she could not be beguiled or easily charmed. She was perceptive and assiduous and…

      And he refused to give in to her ways.

      ‘I’ll consider it,’ Nico said.

      ‘Consider it?’ Aurora checked. ‘But what is there to consider when it’s perfect?’

      ‘There is plenty to consider,’ Nico snapped. ‘Next.’

      It had been scheduled as a thirty-minute meeting but in the end it took sixty-three—and of course it did not end there.

      As Marianna disappeared for a quick restroom break, and Nico attempted to stalk off, Aurora caught up with him. ‘I wonder if we could speak? I have an idea.’

      ‘It has all been said in the meeting.’

      ‘This isn’t about the uniforms. I have another idea for the Silibri hotel.’

      ‘Then speak with Vincenzo, your manager.’

      ‘Why would I share my idea with him?’

      ‘Because I don’t generally deal with assistants.’

      Aurora felt his cool, snobbish dismissal and told him so. ‘It is spring, Nico, and the sun is shining—yet you are so cold that when I stand near you I shiver.’

      ‘Then get a coat! Aurora, let me make something very clear—and this is a conversation that you can repeat to all your colleagues. You are here for a week of training to find out how I like things done and how I want my hotel to operate. You’re not here for little chats and suggestions, and catch-ups and drinks. I did not build a hotel in Silibri to expand my social life.’

      Nico wanted this conversation to be over.

      ‘You are shadowing Marianna for the rest of the day?’ he checked.

       ‘Sì?’

      ‘Then what are you doing standing in mine?’

       CHAPTER TWO

      DAMN YOU, NICO!

      How much clearer could he have made it that he did not want her near him? He could not have been more horrible had he tried.

      As Nico stalked off Aurora wanted to be done with her feelings for him. To shed them. To discard them. To stamp her foot on them and kick them to the kerb. She was tired of them and bone-weary from this unrequited love.

      ‘Aurora.’ Marianna had found her. ‘We need to talk. Or rather, you need to listen.’

      ‘I already know what you’re going to say.’

      But she was told anyway.

      A little more decorum and a lot less sass, or she would be shadowing the bottle-washer for the rest of the week.

      And while Aurora understood what was being said, she just did not know how to squeeze herself into the box demanded of her. Or how not to be herself when she was near Nico.

      ‘Hello, husband,’ she had used to greet him teasingly when, as a young girl, she had opened the door to him.

      He would shake his head and roll his eyes at the precocious child who constantly fought for his smile and attention. ‘Your father says he wants some firewood chopped,’ Nico would respond.

      Yet, as much as he’d dismiss her, she would still sit and watch him chop firewood, and her heart would bleed when he took off his top and she saw a new bruise or a gash on his back.

      How could Geo do that to him?

      How could anyone hate Nico so?

      Then he would look over, and sometimes he would smile rather than scowl at his СКАЧАТЬ