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The Italian's Baby. Lucy Gordon
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isbn 9781472080349
Автор произведения Lucy Gordon
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Vintage Cherish
Издательство HarperCollins
And that had been his mistake.
It was a mistake he’d never made again in the fifteen years since, when he had piled up money and power. He’d commanded his heart to harden until he could feel nothing, and he had been a success in that, as in everything else.
Now something frightening was happening. More and more the past was calling, tempting him back to a time when he was alive to feeling. But if he worked hard he reckoned he could kill it.
Only one person did not tread carefully when Luca was around, and that was Sonia, his personal assistant. Middle-aged, cool and efficient, she viewed her employer with eyes that were half motherly, half cynical. She was the only person he totally trusted, and with whom he could discuss his personal life.
‘Don’t waste time brooding,’ she advised him over a drink that evening. ‘You always said it was a weakness. You’ve got your divorce, so forget it, and marry again.’
‘Never!’ he snapped. ‘Another barren marriage for people to snicker at? No, thank you.’
‘Who says it’ll be barren? Just because you didn’t have a child by Drusilla doesn’t mean a thing. Some couples are like that. They can’t have a baby together, but each of them can have a baby by somebody else. Nobody knows why it happens, but it does.
‘This hairdresser is her “somebody else”. Now you have to find yours. It shouldn’t be hard. You’re an attractive man.’
He grinned. ‘Not like you to pay me compliments. Normally, according to you, I’m an impossible so-and-so with an ego the size of St Peter’s dome and—I forget the others but I’m sure you remember them.’
‘Selfish, monstrous and intolerable,’ she supplied without hesitation. ‘I’ve called you all those things and I don’t take back one word.’
‘You’re probably right.’
‘But it doesn’t stop you being attractive, and there are millions of women out there.’
He was silent for so long that she wondered if she’d offended him.
‘It could work the other way too, couldn’t it?’ he said at last.
‘How do you mean?’
‘Suppose there weren’t millions of women? Suppose there was only one woman with whom I had any hope of having children?’
‘I’ve never heard of it working that way round.’
‘But it might,’ he persisted.
‘Then you’d have to find her, and it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.’
‘Not if you knew who she was.’
Understanding dawned.
‘You’ve already made your mind up, haven’t you? Luca, you don’t believe this because it’s true, you believe it because you want to. It’s rather comforting to know that you can be as irrational as the rest of us.’ She regarded him curiously. ‘She must have been very special.’
‘Yes,’ he said heavily. ‘She was special.’
He was a man of action. A few phone calls and a representative of the best private-enquiry firm that money could buy was in his office next morning.
‘Rebecca Solway,’ he said, speaking curtly to hide the fact that his stomach was churning. ‘Her father was Frank Solway, owner of the Belleto estate in Tuscany.
‘Find her. I don’t care what it costs, but find her.’
It was a successful evening. Philip Steyne, chairman of the bank, treated Rebecca with honour, and was clearly as impressed as Danvers had hoped he would be. When Rebecca left them for a moment Steyne said,
‘Congratulations, Jordan. She’ll do the bank credit. When can we expect the announcement?’
‘Any day, I hope. Nothing’s been said precisely, but of course she understands where we’re heading.’
‘Well, in good banking it pays to be precise,’ observed Steyne with a grin. ‘Don’t take too long.’
When Rebecca returned he said, ‘Rebecca, let me have the benefit of your expertise. You’re a quarter Italian, right?’
‘Yes, my father’s mother came from Tuscany.’
‘And you speak the language?’
She gave him her cleverest smile, a little bit teasing, but not too much. This was Danvers’ boss.
‘Which language do you mean? There’s la madre lingua, the official language that they use on radio and television, and in government. But there are also the regional dialects, which are languages in themselves. I speak la madre lingua, and Tuscan.’
‘I’m impressed. Actually Tuscan might be handy. This firm has its head office in Rome, but I believe it started in Tuscany, and it’s all over the world now.’
‘Firm?’
‘Raditore Inc. Property, finance, finger in every pie. Suddenly it’s buying a huge block of shares in the Allingham, and the bank’s interested in closer contact. I propose a dinner party at my house—you, Danvers, their top brass. Let’s see what there is to be gained from them.’
Driving her home, Danvers was lyrical in his praise.
‘You really impressed the old man tonight, darling.’
‘Good. I’m glad I was a help to you.’
She answered mechanically and he shot her a quick sideways look, thinking that this was the second time she’d been in a funny mood and he hoped it wasn’t going to become a habit.
Again she didn’t invite him into her suite, which he found annoying. He would have found it convenient to discuss the forthcoming dinner party. Instead Rebecca bid him an implacable goodnight and shut her door.
When he was out of sight she closed her eyes in relief, then stripped off hurriedly and got under the shower, wanting to wash the evening away. She was on edge tonight, just as she had been the night before. The mention of Tuscany had unsettled her, and the ghost had walked again.
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