The Sicilian's Christmas Bride. Sandra Marton

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      Her gaze flew to his. “Reinstating them?” she said stupidly. “I don’t understand.”

      “It’s simple, cara,” he said, almost gently. “As of now, you will pay the amount you are supposed to pay each month.”

      Tally thought of the four-figure number the loan called for. She was paying a quarter of that amount now, and barely managing it.

      “That’s—it’s out of the question. I can’t possibly—”

      “Additionally, you will pay the amount that’s in arrears.” He took a slip of paper from his pocket and held it out toward her. His lips curved. “Plus interest, of course.”

      Tally looked at the number on the paper and laughed. It was either that or weep.

      “I don’t have that kind of money!”

      “Ah.” Dante sighed. “I thought not. In that case, you leave me no choice but to start foreclosure proceedings against your home.”

      She felt the blood drain from her face. “Foreclosure proceedings?”

      “This was a home equity loan. You put up your house as collateral.” Another quick, icy smile. “If you don’t understand what that means, perhaps your lover can explain it to you.”

      “Are you crazy?” Tally’s voice rose. “You can’t do this! You can’t take my house. You can’t!” Her hands came up like a fighter’s, fists at the ready as if she would beat him into understanding the horror of his plan. “Damn you, there are rules!”

      “You’ve forgotten what you know about me,” Dante said coldly. “I make my own rules.”

      He proved it by gathering her into his arms and kissing her.