‘Drop it!’ His voice had a stern warning ring—angry, even. Only it wasn’t aimed at her; instead, it was turned onto himself. The past few days had been hell—the past few weeks, in fact. Knowing his family would soon all be together, Elpido’s name would be said again. Like living in a sewer, the filth and grime seeped through the floorboards no matter how much he tried to gloss it over. And now here she stood—understanding in her voice, eyes that seemed to reach inside him—and it would be so, so easy to push aside doubt and convince himself that she actually was different, that here was someone he could tell.And how he wanted to tell. Only Gilberto’s warning was ringing in his ears like the doomsday bell, and eyes as blue as Maya’s were staring back at him, just as they had that fateful day."It shouldn’t be like that, Elmo...""How should it be, then?" Elmo fixed her with his glare and tried to warn her off—to get her the hell back—tried to ward her off, tried to keep his head, befor
But thankfully, he wasn’t taking his time tonight. He was swelling deeper inside her as she coiled into him, and she wasn’t sure if it was people in the next room knocking or the thud of the mirror against the wall. She didn’t even care where they were as he arched his body and leant back, as somehow he climbed deeper inside her. as somehow he took just a little bit more than she knew she should give.And after, when they were in bed, maybe she should have just left it, but bravely she didn’t. Boldly, yet terribly tentatively, her fingers traced the length of his jagged, raised scar. She watched as he closed his eyes—not gently, but sort of squeezing them together, as if anticipating the hurt her touch would cause, as if the wound was still raw—and Brianna knew then that it was."What happened here?"His fingers caught hers, and she closed around them. Brianna was sure he was about to pull her hand away, and mentally kicked herself for asking too much too soon, but instead of pushing
"I wish you’d told me," Brianna said, wondering how the sky could be so blue and the sun could be out, yet it was so cold as they emerged from the hotel. Finally, she was to be treated to a real glimpse of the Eternal City..."It wasn’t my place to tell.""So you let me think the worst?""You chose to think the worst," Elmo pointed out."So do you..." It was the hardest thing she’d ever said, offering a fact that was only based on her feelings. "Elmo, surely it’s something we should talk about—?"‘Not today.’ He silenced her with a kiss. "Let’s just enjoy today."There were only a few hours till they headed back to Australia—and though she’d braced herself for coldness and the distance between them, it was anything but. And once breakfast was over, he’d suggested they spend the day wandering Rome.They stopped in tiny cafés, where Brianna practiced her appalling Italian and Elmo winced in apology at the waiters. She took her camera out at every turn. She ate chestnuts out of the bag,
"Why wouldn’t they have a bridal registry?" Elmo was utterly perplexed as, smiling, she walked into his office. ‘Of all the stupid things… "What are you looking so happy about?""I just am."She’d never told him about her problems. The sum of money that was so huge to her was a drop in the ocean to Elmo, and worse for Brianna than him not understanding would have been the prospect of him sorting it out—the idea of somehow being beholden to him. As she took Evaristo Leonardo’s daughter’s wedding invitation from him, her smile widened. "I actually think it’s nice that they don’t have a registry!" It means that people like you can’t just click their mouse and have their gift dispatched—it means pompous, arrogant people like you actually have to stop and think about what their friends might want for a wedding gift."They are not my friends." Elmo flicked his hands skywards in exasperation. She is the daughter of a friend of mine—a daughter I have not seen for five years, and I have never
"What the hell do you want?" Elmo sneered out the words, contempt blazing in his eyes as he stared at the person he hated most in the world. "Who let you in?"Audrey let me up; she still remembers me. Maya flicked back her dark curls and strode across his office as if she owned it. I thought we should clear the air..."Clear the air?" Elmo spat. "The air stinks when you’re here." The stench of you makes me—’"Better out than in!" Maya’s red lips smiled sweetly at him. "I saw Brianna on the news—she’s good, I have to admit that." "When she sets her mind on something, she always gives it her best."‘What?’ Elmo snapped, then shook his head—because he didn’t want to hear it, didn’t need to hear it, and didn’t want to be in the same room as Maya for even a second. "Get out, Maya—you make me sick.""Did you fund her lawyers, Elmo?"‘Lawyers?’ Narrowed eyes watched his smudge of a frown appear. "I don’t know what you’re talking about.""You mean she didn’t tell you?" Did sweet little Briann
As soon as she walked into his office, Brianna realized he couldn’t have heard her knock. knew, somehow, that she was glimpsing a side of Elmo Nicoli that he would prefer no one, not even his lover, to see.His head was in his hands, his shoulders slumped, and his complexion was grey beneath his fingers. She should turn, Brianna thought, walk out and knock again, saving them both the embarrassment of explanations. But in that frozen second, he looked up.‘I’m sorry…’ She spilled the words out. "What I said to the press"—I know it was indiscreet; I know I should have called you straight after. I was just so embarrassed...His expression gave her nothing, no clue at all, and even though he was looking at her, it was as if he was looking straight through her—as if he wasn’t even hearing her."I was just put on the spot." I knew how important it was that it didn’t come out about Evaristo—what it would do to him if there was even a hint of an affair...The clap of his hands was like the cr
What the hell had he done?Elmo paced the lobby, his hand clamped over his mouth, his breath hyperventilating into his hand, as his staff watched on bemused. Dylan was the only one with the nerve to approach him."Is everything okay, sir?"He didn’t answer—I didn't even hear him. His mind was with Brianna, hating what he’d done to her. He could see her in his mind’s eye, standing frozen as he’d shamed and humiliated her—and for what?Because once she’d wanted him?Because all this time she’d loved him?It was like an axe splitting his skull open—and he hated himself more as he remembered that night they’d first met. Hell, if he’d had a photo of her, if she’d been in a magazine...Maya was poison—she twisted things, blurred the truth—and she wasn’t Brianna.Just as he wasn’t Elpido, so Maya wasn’t Brianna.sweet, trusting Brianna—which she was.She was!He trusted her. For the first time in the longest time, he trusted someone—actually believed in someone—and it truly terrified him.‘S
Only one man could literally stop her heart as she walked into the hotel bar and saw him sitting there. Only one man she’d actually have done this for—whether it made her brave or stupid that when he’d called her and asked that they might meet, she’d agreed.For closure.closure for him as much as for her.‘Thank you.’ It was impossible to look him in the eye when he greeted her—impossible, because if she did, she’d start crying. "Thank you for coming."‘It’s fine.’ She’d insisted they meet in the bar, unable to face his office. I’m sorry it’s so public. I just couldn’t face the...She couldn’t even say it—she couldn't stand to go back to the office where it had all happened.Elmo understood. "I know how you feel.""I know you do." She gave a tight smile, because he must—because she didn’t actually know how he did it, how he sat in the same office not just where Gilberto had been so vile but where he’d fought so bitterly with Elpido.why he put himself through it.Even if Brianna coul