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When she appeared for breakfast, Angelo acknowledged her with an inclination of his handsome dark head. He was poised by a desk across the room and talking in rapid Italian, and it was clear to her that he was fully engaged in business.
She watched him covertly while she chased some cereal round a bowl, her appetite steadily dwindling at the prospect of the dialogue that lay ahead.
Angelo tossed the phone aside and strolled fluidly towards her. In a well-cut suit the colour of rich caramel, a silk shirt and a narrow trendy tie, he was drop-dead beautiful, she acknowledged helplessly.
‘Sleep well?’ he enquired casually.
‘Yes…thanks.’ ‘I didn’t.’ Lean, powerful face intent, Angelo lounged back against the table edge. He watched her with a smouldering intensity that spoke louder than any words. Slow, painful colour inched up her pale, slender throat and into her cheeks and she didn’t ask him why he hadn’t slept well because she knew. ‘Come here,’ he breathed softly.
And she lifted out of her chair before she even appreciated that she was going to move. With a husky sound of amusement, Angelo curved an assured hand to her hip and looked her up and down with bold visual appreciation. ‘I picked out that dress for you in New York.’ Gwenna was surprised. ‘I didn’t know you picked anything.’ Angelo was wholly engaged in admiring the enchanting picture she made. The dress
was a perfect fit for her luscious curves and the exact same shade of blue as the one she had worn the day they met. ‘Only a couple of items that caught my eye. I’ve decided that we need a break,bellezza mia ,’ he imparted. ‘We’re flying to Sardinia at the end of the week.’ ‘Are you serious?’ Gwenna exclaimed.
‘I have a house there…a huge garden,’ Angelo tossed in for good measure. ‘You’ll love it and so will I. Like your plants, I need copious amounts of sunlight and attention to thrive.’ Gwenna studied him uncertainly. ‘Don’t you want to know why I needed to see my family yesterday?’ Angelo released his breath in a slow, expressive hiss. ‘I have a fair idea.’ Her smooth brow furrowed. ‘How? I mean…you didn’t say anything,’ she faltered.
‘How? I have senior staff at Furnridge and the rumours about the depredations on the local garden fund hit the grapevine there a few days ago,’ Angelo confided with precision. ‘I then made further enquiries, which is why I’m here.’ ‘It’s not just a rumour.’ Level dark eyes gazed steadily down at her. ‘I didn’t think it would be.’ Gwenna moistened her dry lips. ‘My father took the money and used it to try and conceal the sums he had taken from Furnridge.’ Angelo lifted his hand to skate a warning forefinger gently across her full lower lip. ‘Let’s rewind and not have this conversation. I don’t like the direction I suspect it might be taking.’ Her lashes fluttered up on her bemused gaze. ‘How am I supposed to answer that?’
‘Hopefully with a change of subject. Your life has moved on.’ ‘You don’t just move on from family.’ His lean face was sombre. ‘You could be surprised.’ ‘Youknew about this and you didn’t even mention it last night?’ Gwenna shook her head in genuine confusion. ‘No wonder you didn’t ask me what was wrong! How do you keep things in separate compartments like that?’ ‘I’m a practical guy,’ Angelo quipped.
‘But just to ignore the whole issue like that…’ Angelo lifted and dropped a broad shoulder in silence.
Gwenna could feel the chill in the air. She also noticed that he was no longer touching her. ‘Angelo…’ ‘Don’t go there,bellezza mia ,’ Angelo cautioned.
Gwenna spun away from him and turned round again in a troubled half-circle. ‘You can’t know what I’m about to say before I’ve even said it!’ ‘Can’t I?’ Angelo countered bleakly.
‘You’re making this very hard for me. Do you think I find it easy to ask you for money?’ she prompted unevenly and then groaned out loud. ‘And now I’m making a
mess of it.’ ‘Not at all. You’ve packaged yourself very prettily for the challenge. No jeans and T-shirt in sight,’ Angelo derided softly.
Gwenna scrutinised him in sincere shock. ‘You really think that that’s why I’m dressed like this? I’m packaging myself? I’m not like that—’ ‘I thought you weren’t like that too. Sadly, you seem set on course to prove me wrong.’ Pale and taut, Gwenna stilled, her eyes full of strain. ‘Stop being clever and trying to scare me into silence. Don’t you understand that I can’tnot ask?’ ‘No, I don’t. Do you honestly believe that your father is a deserving cause? A truly penitent sinner worthy of a helping hand?’ His cold contempt lashed stinging colour into her cheeks. ‘He’s my father and I love him. Just at present, I’m ashamed of him too,’ she confided with a catch in her low-pitched voice. ‘He’s weak and he’s broken the law and he’s betrayed the trust of others, but he’s still my closest living relative—and I can’t forget how he stood by me when I was a child.’ Angelo vented a harsh laugh. ‘And what if he didn’t stand by you in quite the way you imagine?’ Gwenna gazed back at him in bewilderment. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Forget it. I was thinking of something else.’ Angelo veiled his granite hard gaze. She would have to deal with the truth some time. But now when she was already upset would be very poor timing. He would tell her in Sardinia and that would cut her loose. Like most con men, Hamilton was a seasoned liar and his life had more sordid secrets than a soap opera. Once she had been made to face the reality, she would soon rethink her sentimental take on family ties. And although he thought it regrettable that she would lose that trusting naivety in the process, he was determined to do it.
