"I wasn't trying to prove anything," Sarah protested thickly.” I just didn't want to get emotionally involved again! I didn't want to start thinking that there was anything other than physical attraction between us. I can't afford to make that mistake again, i won't make that mistake again." "Mi dispiace davvero, cara," Lorenzo said regretfully as he got up and shoved his hands into his pockets to stare down at Sarah . "I can't give you what you want. Not the way you want it." "You did it before," Sarah pointed out, sitting up and swiping at her hot, wet cheeks. "We can just go back to that." "There's no going back to that," Lorenzo negated harshly, voice strained. "Never again." "I know I'm not your type." Sarah strove to sound casual about that painful fact and ignored the slight sound of dismay that seemed to rumble out from deep within Lorenzo’s broad chest. "Compared to all those supermodels and actresses, I know I've always been miss Dull and Dowdy, but you overlooked
That day signaled a turning point in their rocky relationship. The peace remained and along with it a mutual, ever-deepening respect blossomed between them. Lorenzo consulted Sarah on some of his business decisions, seeming to value her opinions and take her advice. Taking her cue from her husband, Sarah started asking for Lorenzo’s opinions on some of her designs and developed a keen admiration for the eye he seemed to have for quality jewelry. With Lorenzo’s encouragement, Sarah started attempting more difficult pieces using new mediums and was pleasantly surprised with the results. Life was better but by no means perfect - they still slept apart at Sarah’s insistence. While Lorenzo accompanied Sarah to all of her doctor's appointments and was even her coach at the natural childbirth classes she had started attending. Sarah hardly ever talked to Lorenzo about the baby and did her utmost to discourage any discussion. Elisa was meant to be her coach but her cousin had her han
Neither Lorenzo and Sarah said anything for a while; they just listened to the rain and watched it cascading down the window like a waterfall. "I want you to meet my father," Lorenzo suddenly announced unexpectedly, and Sarah froze before turning her head slowly to meet Lorenzo’s brooding eyes. "What?" "My father," Lorenzo repeated, and Sarah bit her lip before clearing her throat uncertainly. "I don't know if that's..." Sarah began, but Lorenzo interrupted her before she could finish. "His condition is deteriorating rapidly," Lorenzo said abruptly. His voice broke slightly as he said the words and his jaw clenched. "Oh, Lorenzo, I'm so sorry," Sarah whispered, her eyes going liquid with sympathy for her husband. "When's your flight?" "I'm not leaving," Lorenzo told her grimly, and Sarah’s eyes shadowed in confusion, before flaring as she realized why Lorenzo refused to go and be with his father. " Lorenzo." Sarah’s voice was so low it barely carried to the man who sa
"Are you ready?" Lorenzo asked Sarah quietly a few hours later. They were both in his huge study where Lorenzo had set up the computer and camera for the video conference. No simple webcam and computer screen for Lorenzo, he had a proper video camera with a large television screen set up. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." Sarah nodded nervously, and lorenzo led her to a large, comfortable sofa that was facing the camera. He made sure Sarah was sitting comfortably before kneeling in front of her unexpectedly. "I'm really sorry about earlier," Lorenzo said softly, his dark eyes piercing as they stared intently into Sarah’s. "Being around you is a curiously humbling experience. I do not believe I have ever apologized this much in my entire life before. I always seem to be getting it wrong with you." "You're under a lot of emotional strain at the moment, Lorenzo, and I know that I probably wasn't making it any easier on you. Please just forget about it." Lorenzo sighed deeply
Lorenzo and his father were now having a solemn conversation, and the older man started pausing more and more frequently, seeming to lose track of his thoughts more and more until his wife stepped in and called a halt to the conversation. "Mamma says he is tired and needs to take his medication and rest," Lorenzo whispered to Sarah, as they watched the older man protest before allowing himself to be wheeled, for he was in a wheelchair, and out of the room with a few last farewells to Sarah and Lorenzo. Lorenzo’s hand was squeezing Sarah’s wrist so hard that it stopped the blood flow into her fingers, but Sarah didn't protest, knowing that Lorenzo was probably wondering if it would be the last time he would ever see or speak to his father. They watched in silence as the door closed behind his mother's elegant form before they became aware of the fact that another person was in the room on screen. A wizened old woman suddenly plonked herself into the seat Lorenzo’s mother had just
When Sarah woke from a restless sleep a few hours before dawn, it didn't take her long to discover that Lorenzo was lying in bed with her. His big, hard body was curved around Sarah, his knees spooning in behind her. Lorenzo had one arm curled under Sarah’s neck and the other slung heavily across her waist, Lorenzo’s hand cupped protectively over Sarah’s swollen abdomen. Sarah could feel Lorenzo’s deep breath against the nape of her neck, indicating that he was asleep and it had been so long since Sarah had found herself in bed with Lorenzo that she allowed herself to enjoy his relaxed warmth and closeness without the tension that was usually between them when he was awake. Even before they'd started sleeping apart, Lorenzo had never held her in his sleep. So this was a novel and overwhelmingly enjoyable experience that she couldn't deprive himself of. Sarah was just about to doze off again, when the telephone buzzed quietly from the nightstand beside the bed. Sarah jerked sli
Lorenzo did nothing more than just kiss her, Lorenzo kissed her like he would never get the chance to do so again. He kissed like a man who knew that he would have to go without sustenance for an unknown amount of time. Finally, chest heaving, Lorenzo lifted his head and stared intently down into his omega's dazed face. "You're so beautiful amore," Lorenzo whispered gently. "The most beautiful thing in my life. I don't want to leave you here. Not now." "I'll be fine," Sarah reassured. This time she was the one to reach up and stroke Lorenzo’s worried face. "The baby will be fine. I have Elisa and Luke. You have to take care of your family now, Lorenzo." "You're my family too." Lorenzo repeated his words of the previous afternoon. "I have to take care of you too." "No." Sarah reached around him to shut off the water and met Lorenzo’s eyes squarely. "I can take care of myself. And to be honest, having you here when you should be with your family will just add to my stress." Loren
Lorenzo had made good on his promise and had enlisted both Elisa and Ms. Brown aid in ensuring that Sarah took her vitamins and rested enough but that was the only promise he kept. A month passed with barely any word from Lorenzo, and his phone calls, the few that came, were rushed and impersonal and barely lasted three minutes. When Sarah tried to contact him, he was never available, or so the cold female voices on the other end of the line told her. Sarah had no choice but to take them at their word. Sarah kept track of Lorenzo’s movements through the news-online, televised, and printed. His father's death and Lorenzo subsequent taking over of the family's banking and investment empire were pretty hot news items and hardly a day went by that it wasn't mentioned in some form of news. There had been paparazzi coverage of the funeral; despite the media ban the family had put on proceedings, some intrepid photographer had managed to get a picture of Lorenzo standing over his fathe
It was three months later and Sarah headed down to the kitchen for breakfast and found her husband already seated at the table, newspaper in hand. He'd already dressed Luciana and had her little baby carrier placed on the table in front of him. Luciana was asleep and Lorenzo was so absorbed in his paper that he didn't notice Sarah at first. It was Ms. Brown day off, so Lorenzo had fixed himself a bowl of cereal, toast, and some coffee. Sarah smiled at the sight of them, her heart overflowing with affection for them both. "Good morning," Sarah greeted cheerfully as she headed over to the breakfast nook. Sarah dropped a kiss on the baby's cheek and then, after the briefest of hesitations, one on her husband's lean cheek. While Sarah was a lot more affectionate these days, Sarah still felt a certain reserve around Lorenzo, not sure if she could touch and kiss her husband as freely as he did to her. Sarah knew she was being silly, but she seemed unable to overcome her emotional ba
Lorenzo smiled bittersweetly. "I know you don't believe me yet," he whispered. "But I'll make it my life's work to convince you." Lorenzo bent his head and kissed Sarah gently, his lips moist, gentle, and sweet on Sarah’s. Lorenzo raised his head much too quickly, and Sarah went up on her toes to prolong the contact. "Enzo..." Sarah didn't know what to say, but Lorenzo shook his head and smiled gently. "It's okay. I just wanted you to know." Lorenzo kissed her again, a little bit more urgently this time. Sarah’s dormant hormones sprang to life in an instant, and she pushed closer to Lorenzo, deliberately rubbing herself against Lorenzo’s hardening cock. Lorenzo deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into Sarah’s mouth in clumsy desperation, and her lack of finesse made Lorenzo even hungrier for her. "The doctor gave me the all-clear for sex last week," Sarah reminded Lorenzo, and he groaned at Sarah’s urgent words. "I didn't tell you how I felt because I was trying to
The thin sound of a distressed infant's wail jerked Sarah from a restless sleep. She sat up and fought her way out of bed before groggily trudging to the nursery. When she got there she blinked up at the already-present Lorenzo who was cradling their crying daughter tenderly in his strong arms. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and held the tiny baby up against his strong, naked chest. He was crooning gently to her and Sarah was transfixed by the sweet picture they presented. Lorenzo looked up and saw Sarah standing in the doorway. Lorenzo’s hair was messy and standing up in spikes. "Hey." Lorenzo smiled over at her. "I was hoping you'd sleep through this. You looked exhausted earlier. I don't think she's hungry. Just cranky. I think her wet nappy woke her up. I changed her and she's all dry and comfy now, but she hasn't worked the bad mood out of her system yet." Sarah walked over to them and peered over one bulging bicep into Luciana’s scrunched-up little face and smil
"I think it's time you left, Father," Sarah said voice rigid with pain, and her father sneered one last time before he pivoted on his heel and strode from the room. "Don't you dare believe what he just said, cara," Lorenzo whispered rawly, focusing his desperate glare on her. "Don't you dare!" "I know that you love her, Lorenzo," Sarah whispered. Lorenzo wasn't sure if she meant the baby or Martina, and Sarah could tell by the look of uncertainty on Lorenzo’s face that he wasn't sure either and so he was at a loss as to how to respond. "Would you try to take her from me?" "NO!" Lorenzo practically screamed, and the baby startled. Sarah soothed her with slight rocking motions until she started suckling again. Lorenzo reined in his temper and gentled his voice with visible effort. "I wouldn't do that to you. Cara I'd never hurt you like that." Lorenzo looked stupefied and hurt at the question. "But you want her..." Again the ambiguity and Lorenzo’s frown deepened. "If y
Sarah awoke to the sound of angry, hushed voices and blinked groggily as she tried to get her bearings. "I don't want you anywhere near her." Sarah heard Lorenzo hiss furiously and tried to concentrate on the drama unfolding in her doorway where she could see two large men silhouetted. One was unmistakably Lorenzo, and the other...she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to focus a bit better. It looked like her father. "She's my daughter and I'll damned well see her when I want to," the other man blustered, confirming that he was, indeed, John Malik. "So that you can damage her more than you already have?" Lorenzo asked, almost shaking with rage. "I won't let you get close enough to hurt her like that again. And you can forget about getting that heir you want anytime soon. I refuse to give you that pleasure." "Well, then stay married to her until you do, or give up the vineyard," her father sneered. "The vineyard never meant as much to me as it did my father. You can ha
Sarah’s water broke four hours later, and Sarah was moved to the delivery room. Sarah and Lorenzo hadn't exchanged any further meaningful conversation, he'd just continued to soothe Sarah and coach her through the ever-increasing pain. Sarah didn't ever say it but she was pretty grateful to have her husband there. Even though Lorenzo was as nervous and edgy as a cat in a barrel between contractions, he was a solid rock during them. Four intensely nerve-wracking, sweaty, and pain-riddled hours later, during which time Lorenzo supported her, swore at her doctors, threatened the nurses, and seemed to come close to breaking down into tears on several occasions, Sarah finally gave one last painful push. There was a rush of activity at the foot of the bed as Sarah felt an overwhelming flood of relief. Lorenzo’s eyes remained glued to her face, bright and feverish above the surgical mask they had forced him to wear. He dragged down the mask and leaned down toward Sarah, until his mou
Lorenzo voice deepened and his face softened at the admission. His eyes were gentle as he registered the confusion on Sarah’s face. Was he saying he loved her? And if he was... did Sarah believe him? Sarah wasn't sure of the answer to either question, and a second later she didn't really care when she suddenly doubled over in pain. Lorenzo, Elisa, and Luke all surged forward in concern, but her husband got to her first. He had an arm around Sarah’s waist before Sarah could blink. "What's wrong?" he demanded hoarsely. Sarah grabbed his free hand in both of hers and squeezed it urgently as her entire body quivered in excruciating pain. After an eternal moment, the pain lessened and faded and she pushed her way upright, meeting Lorenzo’s frantic gaze with a panicky one of her own. "It's the baby," Sarah whispered in fear. "I think the baby's coming." "No, no, no." The naked panic and fear in Lorenzo’s eyes did nothing to alleviate Sarah’s own terror. "He can't be coming now
After arriving at Luke and Elisa’s home, Sarah decided to give the couple, who were walking on eggshells around her and trying to comfort her, a break from her presence by taking a nap. Sarah was just slipping into a troubled doze when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband coming from a distance. She frowned and sat upright, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. Sarah tilted her head, not sure if her imagination was playing tricks on her, until she heard it again. It was Lorenzo, without a doubt, and he sounded desperate and agitated. Sarah got out of bed with some difficulty before waddling to the door on bare feet and opening it slightly. This time she could clearly make out Lorenzo’s voice. "I had nothing to do with that story," Lorenzo was protesting. "And I'll be damned if you keep me away from my family like this." "Sarah doesn't want to see you," Luke stated firmly, and there was a moment's charged silence. "Maybe not," Lorenzo conceded quietly. "Bu
Lorenzo had made good on his promise and had enlisted both Elisa and Ms. Brown aid in ensuring that Sarah took her vitamins and rested enough but that was the only promise he kept. A month passed with barely any word from Lorenzo, and his phone calls, the few that came, were rushed and impersonal and barely lasted three minutes. When Sarah tried to contact him, he was never available, or so the cold female voices on the other end of the line told her. Sarah had no choice but to take them at their word. Sarah kept track of Lorenzo’s movements through the news-online, televised, and printed. His father's death and Lorenzo subsequent taking over of the family's banking and investment empire were pretty hot news items and hardly a day went by that it wasn't mentioned in some form of news. There had been paparazzi coverage of the funeral; despite the media ban the family had put on proceedings, some intrepid photographer had managed to get a picture of Lorenzo standing over his fathe