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program. It is my hope that he will regain his desire to ski and develop his own line of adaptive equipment.”

      All built under the la Duchi logo of course.

      It was a logical sound business move that would surely make Luciano millions. That he was going to great lengths for his brother spoke volumes.

      “I can’t promise that therapy will totally heal him,” she said honestly. “Julian must want my help as well.”

      He sat on the sofa, so close to her she saw flecks of silver flare in his eyes. “Give him a reason to. In exchange for your tireless effort and expertise, I will completely finance the renovation of Tregore Lodge to your specifications. Anything you want. Do we have a deal?”

      She shook her head, refusing to agree to any verbal agreement, no matter how tempting. “It can’t be that simple. What’s the catch?”

      “No catch,” he said, his gaze riveted on hers, hot and intense. “I will finance the renovation and equipment for the launch of your adaptive ski program if you agree to come to my Alpine lodge and do all in your power to help Julian regain his life.”

      “Why is this so important to you?”

      “He’s my brother and has all but given up hope of having any normalcy of life,” he said. “Look around. There are far too many like him similarly afflicted. I have the means to give him that new start. You have the knowledge to reach and motivate him.”

      She bit her lower lip, thinking. Her program would gain huge accolades if it helped Julian. But even if it didn’t, she liked him and wanted to help. And she did need to cinch this deal with Luciano.

      “What you’re expecting of me is massive,” she said. “The chance for failure is great. You must realize that.”

      His frown deepened but he gave an abrupt nod, troubled eyes meeting hers. And for a heartbeat she was lost in them. Lost in the emotional pain that flickered a nanosecond in his eyes before vanishing behind that same blank wall.

      “I understand the risk,” he said. “But it is worth it if Julian will one day lead a productive life again.”

      “That’s admirable of you.” Touching.

      He shrugged, his blue eyes as turbulent as a restive sea. “As I said, I care about my brother.”

      She didn’t doubt that. But something else was bothering him deeply. What was it?

      This vulnerability of his to the travails of others was another change, a huge switch from the ruthless, competitive champion she remembered. Could a man change that much in seven years?

      Her father had taught her that a leopard never changed its spots. Yet this stern businessman she faced now was nothing like the rash playboy she’d known. Nothing similar to the man she’d expected to deal with.

      This Luciano was all business. Serious, driven, and clearly tormented. What had caused this transformation? His bitter divorce? The accident? Or did it run deeper than that?

      Hard to guess as she rarely read anything about him in the tabloids either. It was as if he’d dropped out of sight. She rose from the sofa and walked to the stunning vista offered by the windows. She needed the space between them to think.

      “Will Julian’s transformation free you to live your life again?” she asked.

      His jaw clenched. “My life is as I wish it. Your answer, Caprice,” he said, his intense gaze locked with hers in silent challenge again.

      She nodded, mentally kicking herself for getting sidetracked over the state of Luciano’s health instead of getting on with her business with him. But she wasn’t fool enough to accept his word at face value and snap up the chance to work with him, forgetting the slights.

      “If we agree to this on paper, you’ve got a deal,” she said and extended her hand just like she would to wrap up any business deal.

      His lips curved in a rare smile that brought back memories of the fun-loving man she’d known. Just as quickly it vanished behind that wall of indifference that he wore so well.

      “Excellent. I’ll arrange for us to meet with my interior design team as soon as possible. Once they are made aware of what we require, they will be able to come up with a plan for my lodge by the end of next week.”

      “Whoa! I thought I was to decide how my program should be designed and implemented at your lodge.”

      “You’ll have a voice at the meeting.”

      A voice she intended to use. “I suppose you plan to sit in on the design meeting for Tregore Lodge as well?”

      “Of course I am. I’m financing it,” he snapped, brows drawn in a dark frown. “Why are you being so contrary?”

      “I don’t mean to be difficult. It’s just that this is all very important to me.”

      “Do you think it isn’t for me as well?”

      “I really don’t know what you’re thinking.”

      He muttered something she didn’t catch, rose and strode toward her, his long legs moving with fluid grace, the broad width of his shoulders a shifting wall of lean muscle. Each step exuded power and masculine grace and purpose, like a cougar stalking the canyon rim in search of prey.

      She stepped back, startled by the power that was all Luciano. He was a force to be reckoned with and she would do well to keep that in mind at all times.

      He stopped, his larger hand grasping hers in a warm, but clipped shake. “I am thinking I made a very savvy deal with a very smart woman who I admire.”

      “Thank you,” she said, pulling her hand back and hoping it didn’t appear as if his touch disturbed her. “To our mutual success.”

      “It will be.”

      “You’re that sure of yourself?”

      His smile was brief but oh so cocky, just like the man. “I play to win, Caprice. In everything.”

      She nodded, not needing to be reminded of that. “This isn’t a game to me either. It’s business. It’s what I’ve wanted to do for years and have put all my efforts into.”

      “Your business is your life,” he said, his features hardening into a benign mask.

      “I’ve put a lot of time into the lodge while my father was ill,” she said, hoping he understood. “The past year it demanded most of my attention because my program is a fledgling operation and I couldn’t afford a mistake.”

      “If you hope to succeed, you need to learn how to delegate,” he said, advice she’d received before and ignored.

      “Nobody knows my business like I do,” she shot back in defense.

      He frowned. “Still the same need for control, Caprice?”

      If only this wasn’t the first time she’d been accused of that, she thought, face burning. “I have to be picky when my reputation as a therapist is on the line.”

      One dark brow lifted. “You need to learn how to play the game.”

      That word again.

      She had no doubts that he referred to business and pleasure, her heart kicking up its pace at the thought of the latter, which was totally unacceptable. Under no circumstances would she fall victim to his charm again.

      So what if her business was her life? It was her choice, though she didn’t expect him to understand what she had gone through to get where she was at now.

      “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. This isn’t a game to me, Luciano. This is my future. My dream. I couldn’t have gotten this far with the few resources I have available if I hadn’t focused on getting my program started,” she said, gaze fixed on his.

      He huffed a breath, shaking

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