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protection freaked her out. Never being able to make a spontaneous decision.

      She didn’t want Nicki to grow up always on the defensive, intensely cautious and wary.

      Heaven knew what effect this afternoon’s episode would have, or the long-term toll it might take.

      ‘I’ll ensure it will never happen again,’ Marcello vowed quietly, and she shot him a disbelieving look.

      ‘You can’t promise that. We both know Nicki has become a target.’

      There were choices.

      And she knew which one she had to make.

      Nicki appeared subdued and clung to each of them in turn the instant they entered the foyer.

      Carlo was there, so too was Maria, as well as a plain-clothes policewoman who spent considerable time talking with Nicki. A psychology tool which undoubtedly helped, and afterwards Marcello took Carlo aside for an in-depth rundown of the abduction.

      Shannay couldn’t bear to let Nicki out of her sight, and she bathed her, then she picked at a salad while encouraging Nicki to eat.

      Together with Marcello, they shared reading a bedtime story, and afterwards she remained at Nicki’s bedside long after her daughter fell asleep.

      It was late when Marcello returned to the room and hunkered down beside the chair.

      ‘Come to bed,’ he bade quietly. ‘Nicki is perfectly safe.’

      ‘I need to be here if she wakes.’

      ‘The sensors monitor every sound. We’ll hear the instant she stirs.’

      She looked at him in the dimmed lighting and slowly shook her head. ‘I can’t.’

      He remained silent for several telling seconds, then he rose to his full height and walked from the room.

      She wanted to cry, but she was all teared out, and she sat staring into space, living and reliving the afternoon from the moment before Nicki disappeared, trying to pin down something … anything that would provide a visual clue so she could correlate it in her mind with the facts Carlo had relayed.

      Shannay wasn’t aware of falling asleep, only that she woke with a start, experienced a moment of disorientation before she recognised her whereabouts.

      She checked Nicki, then turned towards the chair … only to hesitate. Her neck felt stiff, and she was cold. Not from the room’s temperature, but chilled and shaky from emotional exhaustion.

      Even in bed she couldn’t get warm, and after what seemed an age spent tossing and turning she moved quietly out onto the gallery, contemplated going down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, then changed her mind.

      ‘Unable to sleep?’

      She hadn’t heard a sound or sensed any movement, yet Marcello was there, large and indomitable in the dim gallery light.

      ‘I looked in on Nicki, and decided to check on you,’ he offered quietly, and uttered a soft imprecation as a shiver shook her slim frame.

      With an unconscious movement she wrapped her arms round her midriff in the hope it would minimise the shaking … without success, and the next instant he swept her into his arms and carried her to the master suite.

      ‘I’m fine,’ Shannay muttered as he slid into bed and drew her with him.

      ‘Sure you are.’ The soft oath whispered in the night air as he began smoothing his hands over her limbs, stimulating circulation with brisk sweeping movements, until the shivering slowly eased and warmth invaded her body.

      She should leave, and she meant to … except she was reluctant to part from the compassion he offered, the security of being held in strong arms, and the touch of his lips against her forehead.

      It felt so good to breathe in the familiar scent of him, the faint tinge of soap he’d used mingling with the muskiness of male.

      It crept into her senses, as powerful as any aphrodisiac, stirring alive the hunger for his touch, and she murmured indistinctly as she pressed her lips into the warm skin, savoured a little, then slid her hand down his arm to rest on his hip.

      Marcello tilted her chin and sought her mouth with his own, gently at first, taking it slow with an evocative slide of his tongue along her longer lip, felt her mouth part, allowing him entry, and the tentative welcome as her tongue moved to tease his own, sweetly cajoling in an elemental dance that could have only one ending.

      He fought to control his arousal, knowing that if he didn’t it would be over before it began, and she needed a slow loving, a subtle, drifting touch that took a leisurely path towards fulfilment.

      This was all about comfort and reassurance, before need.

      He could give her that.

      And he did. With the slow drift of his hand, the soft caress of his lips as he traversed every sensitive pulse-point, each hollow, pausing to suckle at the tightened bud at the peak of her breast, the tender swell beneath, and low over her quivering stomach to the curls at the apex of her thighs.

      Lower, as he explored the sweet moistness, the delicious scent of woman and the swollen clitoris pulsing beneath the erotic laving of his tongue.

      Her fingers threaded through his hair, then curled into its length and tugged as sensation spiralled through her body. She arched, unconsciously craving more … and he obliged, cradling her hips between his hands as he held her still.

      She was his, mind, body and soul, and still he held back, exerting taut control as she shattered beneath his touch.

      Marcello eased her into his arms, cradling her shuddering form as she buried her face into the curve of his neck … and when she went to move, he tightened his hold.

      ‘Stay,’ he bade huskily. ‘I need you like this.’

      It was so easy to let her eyelids drift closed, to relax and let the darkness of sleep steal over her.

      For a long time he simply held her, lulled by the evenness of her breathing, the soft sigh of her breath warm against his skin … and on the edge of sleep he wondered what the new day would bring.

       CHAPTER TWELVE

      DESPITE EVERY EFFORT to minimise the abduction attempt on Nicki, it still made the news, appearing on television stations and in the newspapers.

      Marcello refused all interviews, requesting the media and public respect their privacy. He employed guards to ensure no media representative intruded into the grounds of his mansion, and Shannay kept Nicki indoors away from the zoom lenses of persistent cameramen well-known to use devious means in order to gain the slightest advantage.

      Staff were reminded of their signed confidentiality agreement, and Marcello placed Sandro in a position of power in the city office while he worked from home.

      Nicki’s well-being was a prime focus, and Shannay rarely let her out of her sight. Thanks to Carlo’s handling of the abduction attempt itself, his protective reassurance during their captivity in the van and counselling, Nicki appeared to be dealing quite well with the trauma.

      Yet it became apparent the media refused to give up, and although they didn’t get past the guards it was impossible to ignore reflected sunlight bouncing off the poised camera lenses, and a helicopter bearing a TV-station logo passed overhead at least three times a day in the hope of a photo scoop.

      For Shannay, it was the last straw, and on the third day she drew Marcello aside soon after Nicki had settled to sleep.

      ‘We need to talk.’

      His eyes narrowed. ‘Let’s take it in the bedroom, shall we?’

      Not the bedroom. It held too many memories, and she needed to be strong. ‘I’d

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