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shoes to fill. No one is a daredevil like you, De Campo. I had to work on my style.”

      “Well, it’s obviously working.”

      “He was the best, you know.” Alessandro flicked a glance at Lilly. “He’d have a couple championship titles by now if he’d stayed.”

      Lilly nodded. “So I’ve heard.”

      Racing had always been a taboo subject with her and Riccardo. Anytime she’d brought it up her husband had shut down. As he looked like he was about to do right now, judging by the granite-hard expression on his face.

      Their conversation with the Marinos deteriorated into an awkward, stilted back and forth that Lilly escaped as soon as she could with a trip to the ladies’ room. When she returned to her husband’s side he excused himself from the group of men he was speaking to and took her arm.

      “Finished your little temper tantrum?”

      “It wasn’t a temper tantrum. I’m bored, and I’m tired about hearing how much women love you. I get it.”

      “Then why is smoke coming out of your ears?” He exerted pressure on her arm until she followed him through the crowd.

      “Why didn’t you defend me?” she burst out. “Why didn’t you say something, like, Good thing I’m madly in love with my wife, or anything that would have made me feel less like an idiot?”

      “What do you care? This is just an act for you, isn’t it?”

      She glared up at him. “I don’t care. What bugs me is that all these people think we’re back together and madly in love and you’re letting her get away with that. You always do with women who fall all over you. You eat it up, Riccardo. You get that same look on your face like you had when you were standing on the podium splashing champagne over everyone after winning a race.”

      His jaw tightened. “All men like attention, Lilly. Especially when you get none from your wife.”

      Oh. She swung away from him before she hit him. “Is it unrealistic to expect you to stand up for me? You never reassure me. It’s humiliating.”

      He led her onto the dance floor. “You know what’s humiliating? Me having to tell everyone we know you’ve left and not knowing what to say because I didn’t know why.”

      She absorbed that as he pulled her into his arms and wrapped his fingers around hers. “You brought it on yourself, Riccardo. Don’t try and make me feel bad for you. One week with me out of the house and you were probably acting like ‘Ravishing Riccardo’ again.”

      His gaze sharpened at her use of the tabloid nickname for him. “You have a wicked mouth—you know that, cara?”

      She stared mutinously at his chest as he pulled her closer. So he’d had to answer some questions about why she’d left? It couldn’t possibly have matched the jealousy and humiliation she’d felt every time he’d left the house without her, wondering if he was with Chelsea. Wondering why she wasn’t enough for him.

      She studied his hard, proud profile. Maybe it hadn’t been right for her to run as she had. She was sure it had been a knock to his pride for a man who was built around pride and honor, who had a public image to uphold, to admit his marriage had failed. But if she’d stayed in that house one more day she would have cracked in half.

      Guilt lanced through her. “What did you tell them, then, when they asked where I was?”

      He looked down at her, his expression cold and forbidding. “I told them we were taking some time off. And I let them talk. It was our business, not theirs.”

      “And you think I should do the same?”

      “Let them think what they want. They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.”

      “Have you ever read what they say about me?” she challenged. “Even once?”

      “I don’t have time to read those rags.”

      Her mouth tightened. “Today they called my figure ‘less than fashionable’ and insinuated I was pregnant.”

      “So what?”

      So what? She clamped her mouth shut before she said something she’d regret.

      “You need to recognize jealousy for what it is,” he said impatiently. “They want to be you. That’s why they try and tear you down.”

      She gave him a vicious look. “What would you know about it? You’re Mr. Perfect. You have an affair and it only makes you sexier to them.”

      His eyes went so black she took a step backward. His fingers tightened around hers, drawing her forward in a slow, deliberate movement that wouldn’t attract attention. His tone as he pinned her to the spot with his gaze was ice-cold. “Get over this obsession, Lilly. I did not cheat.”

      She swallowed back the nausea that circled her insides like a shark waiting to pounce. Eight time-lapse photographs didn’t lie.

      “I want to go.”

      “Well, we’re staying. This is what you signed up for.”

      She hated him. At that moment she hated him as she’d never hated anyone in her life. “We should never have done this,” she murmured huskily. “Look what we’re doing to each other.”

      “We should have done this a long time ago,” he disagreed roughly. “My big mistake was giving you time and space when what you really needed was for someone to shake some sense into you.”

      Her throat tightened. “What does it matter? We’re past fixable.”

      A hard light glittered in his eyes. “That remains to be seen.”

      “No, it doesn’t.” She lifted her gaze to his. “This is a short-term solution, Riccardo. You become CEO and we’re done.”

      It was as if her words bounced off his Teflon coating. His expression was inscrutable as he regarded her from beneath lowered lashes. “Matty told me I was a bad husband today.”

      Her mouth dropped open. “He did?”

      “I expect I have been at times.”

      “At times?” Lilly was past being diplomatic. “That last year you couldn’t have cared if I was on Mars as long as I showed up for whatever social function you dictated I appear at. So I could charm the Mayor or sweet-talk a difficult client.”

      He frowned. “That’s an exaggeration. We supported each other. We were a team.”

      “A team?” She let out a bark of laughter that made a couple near them stare. “If by ‘team’ you mean I supported you while you ran roughshod over my career every time it was inconvenient for you, then you’d be right.”

      “Now you’re being ridiculous.”

      “Really? You know why I was late that night we had dinner with the owner of Jacob’s?” She waited while he paused, then shook his head. “Because I was consulting on the treatment for a little boy’s legs. A little boy who’d just lost his mother in a car accident. I was crushed, devastated by what had happened, and all you did when I told you was nod and tell me to get to the table before the appetizers got cold.”

      “I did not. You did not tell me that story.”

      Her mouth tightened. “Oh, yes, I did. You just couldn’t be bothered to listen. And you know what, Riccardo? I helped that little boy. I worked by his side for six months until he was walking again. I might not have been able to bring his mother back but I gave him the use of his legs back. And I’m damn proud of that.”

      “And so you should be. Lilly, I’ve always thought what you do is amazing.”

      “As long as it didn’t interfere with the grand plan,” she agreed bitterly. “With your obsession to win the CEO job.”

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