The Costanzo Baby Secret Read Free Page B

stars blinked in the sky. Even from this vantage point, the estate—and estate was the only word to describe it—commanded a magnificent view across the Mediterranean.
    Closing her eyes, she breathed in the peace and wondered how she could not remember such a place.
     
    For a moment he leaned against the car and watched. The sight of her body, silhouetted sharp and brittle against the deepening twilight, brought back the shock he’d experienced when she first stepped out of the aircraft. The very second he saw her, he’d wanted to establish his husbandly right to enfold her in his arms. Peruzzi’s warning not to crowd her had been all that stopped him. That, and his fear that he might inadvertently break her ribs.
    She had always been slender, but never to the point that the siroccos of autumn might blow her away if she ventured too close to the edge of the cliffs. Never to the point of such fragility that she was almost transparent. Small wonder the good doctor had urged him to patience. Restoring her physical stamina had to come first. The rest—their history, the accident and the events leading up to it—could wait. Ambushed by her intuitive questions, he’d already revealed more than he intended, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He hadn’t risen to the top of a world-wide multi-billion-dollar business empire without learning to dissemble if the occasion called for it. And from where he stood, this amounted to one of those occasions.
    “Would you like to stay out here for a while?” he asked her. “Perhaps stretch your legs with a stroll through the gardens?”
    She ran her fingers through her short, silky hair. “No, thank you. Even though it’s still early, I find I’m quite tired.”
    “Come then, and I’ll have my housekeeper show you to your room.”
    “Do I know her?”
    “No. She started working for me just last week. Her predecessor moved to Palermo to be closer to her grandchildren.”
    He took her one small suitcase from the back of the car and pushed open the front door, then stood back to let her precede him inside the house.
    She stepped into the wide foyer and slowly inspected her surroundings, taking in the lazy motion of the fans suspended from the high ceiling, the cool white walls, the black marble floors. “Do you live here all the time?” she asked, her voice hushed.
    “Not as a rule. Usually I’m here on the weekends only. It’s where I come to unwind.”
    A shiver passed over her. “So I’ll be on my own after today?”
    “No, Maeve. Until you feel more at home, I’ll stay with you.”
    “In the same room and the same…bed?”
    Is that what you’d like? he wanted to ask, beset by memories he almost wished he could forget. Once upon a time, they had shared such insatiable passion for each other. “You have your own room for as long as you want it, but I’ll never be far away if you need me,” he said instead, and congratulated himself on providing an answer that neither threatened her, nor shut the door on their resuming a more normal married life at some future point. Peruzzi would be proud of him.
    “Oh,” she said, and he might almost have thought she sounded disappointed. “Well, that’s very nice and considerate of you. Thank you.”
    “Prego.”
    She inched a little closer. “Um…are my clothes and personal effects still here?”
    “Yes,” he assured her. “Everything is exactly as you left it.” Except for the blood-soaked outfit she wore the day of the accident. That was one memory he wished he could erase and hoped she’d never recall. “Here’s Antonia now,” he continued, relieved to be able to change the subject as the housekeeper arrived on the scene. “She’ll take you to your suite and make sure you have everything you need.”
    She exchanged a tentative smile with Antonia, then turned to him one last time. “Thank you again for everything you’ve done today.”
    “It was nothing,” he said. “Sleep well and I’ll see