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  ‘I already have.’

  ‘Already? That’s quick. Normally it takes you for ever to find someone suitable.’

  ‘Not this time.’

  ‘So stay for dinner,’Antonia pleaded. ‘Marianna would be delighted, and so would I—it would help me take my mind off this little one.’ She ran a hand over her swollen stomach. ‘I’m getting more nervous by the minute.’

  ‘You’re going to be fine,’ Lazzaro said, and even tried to smile as he did so. ‘You’re both going to be fine. What are you reading?’

  ‘A baby name book—I’m down to about thirty names for a girl, but if it’s a boy …’ She paused for a second, watching as Lazzaro swallowed, pain flickering across his usually impassive features. ‘I want to call him Luca.’

  ‘That’s good.’ Lazzaro nodded. ‘That’s how it should be—it is the right thing to do.’

  ‘You’re sure? I mean, I know …’ She didn’t finish her sentence, waited for Lazzaro to fill in the impossible gap.

  Only he didn’t, instead running a hand over his forehead, then squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger for a second.

  ‘Talk to me, Lazzaro.’

  ‘There’s nothing to say. I just …’ He couldn’t even think it, let alone say it, and Antonia tried to help him.

  ‘You think you’ll never be able to say that name again without remembering …?’

  ‘I’ll always remember,’ Lazzaro countered, because he always did. His late brother was a constant and was always on his mind.

  ‘Without feeling pain, then?’ Antonia suggested, but still she didn’t get it—the pain too was always there.

  ‘Without regret,’ Luca said finally. ‘I don’t think I will ever be able to think about Luca without feeling regret.’

  ‘Please don’t say that …’ Antonia’s eyes filled with tears—not for her dead brother, but for the agony that remained with the living one. The agony that could never, had never been fully discussed. And from the shuttering of his eyes, from the shake of his head, Antonia knew that this was as far as Lazzaro was prepared to go. Only it didn’t stop her from trying. ‘Lazzaro, if Luca’s safe, if he’s still with us somehow, then he understands why you had to say what you did—and something had to be said, Lazzaro. He was out of control.’

  ‘I know that.’ Lazzaro nodded, only they both knew it wasn’t the point.

  Bravely, Antonia continued. ‘And I’m sure he’s forgiven you for what you did …’ She walked over to him, her voice thick with tears as she pleaded for him to listen. ‘If it’s any help at all, I forgave you too—a long time ago …’ She put up her hand to his cheek, to touch the scar there, but he couldn’t let her, pushed her hand away. His sister’s forgiveness was not what he needed. ‘Lazzaro, you have to let it go …’

  ‘I have let it go.’

  ‘Oh, but you haven’t, Lazzaro. You’re hardly here, and you’ve hardly been in the same room with our mother since it happened.’ Her voice was rising, as if she was anticipating him talking over her, anticipating him terminating the conversation, as he always did. ‘We have to talk about it.’ There was an almost begging note to Antonia’s tone. ‘This is killing you—I can see that.’

  ‘There is no point going over and over—’

  ‘We haven’t been over it once!’ Antonia sobbed, her every feature, every movement exhausted—not just from her pregnancy, but from the strain of the past two years. ‘Since that day at the hospital it has never been discussed, and we need to do that, Lazzaro—with Mamma too. We need to talk. I need to hear—’

  ‘No, Antonia, you don’t!’ Lazzaro snapped the words out, watched her recoil at his harshness and hated himself for it. But he consoled himself with the truth: Antonia didn’t need to know more of what had happened that day, just as she didn’t need to know what had happened this day. If somehow he could carry it alone, somehow he could deal with it, keep it from her, then surely it was the right thing to do? But his voice was a touch softer when he spoke next. ‘Is talking going to bring him back?’

  ‘You know it’s not.’

  ‘Is talking going to change what happened that day?

  Change what Luca saw?’ He watched her shake her head in regret. ‘Then how the hell can it help?’

  ‘Lazzaro, please …’ Antonia begged, but she knew it was useless—knew there was no getting through to him tonight—knew that she had no choice other than to let it go.

  ‘Where’s Malvolio?’

  ‘He took his drink outside …’ Antonia’s voice was flat with weary resignation as she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand and tried to resume normality—whatever the hell that was in this family. ‘I’ll tell him you’re here.’

  ‘I’ll go and talk to him out there. You rest up.’ He waited till she’d lowered herself back onto the sofa, tried to keep his voice normal, to not betray the bile that was churning in his stomach, the fury that was straining to break free, to look, to sound, to act as if he’d just popped over to see his family.

  Family!

  In a couple of weeks Malvolio and Antonia would have another baby—a brother or sister for Marianna … What was that bastard doing to his sister, to his niece, to the baby that wasn’t even born yet?

  As he strode out through the French windows, his mind involuntarily went one step further. What had that bastard done to Caitlyn?

  Lazzaro didn’t plan things—that was what he paid his staff to do. His busy life was a well-oiled machine that left him free to walk into to any meeting, any boardroom, and instinctively take over—no preparation required for his brilliant mind to assess any situation. But he wished he had prepared for now.

  He saw his brother-in-law, his colleague, and to this point his friend standing leaning against the stone wall, a sticking plaster on the hand that was holding his glass. Malvolio’s eyes were completely unable to meet his, and for a second Lazzaro truly didn’t know what to say.

  The truth was so damning, so utterly reprehensible, so loaded with consequence, he wanted to dispute it.

  Wanted Caitlyn to be wrong—almost wanted her to be lying.

  Only—sick to the stomach—he was sure that she wasn’t.

  ‘What did she say?’ Malvolio’s face was as white as chalk, a muscle pulsing in his cheek. ‘What did that little bitch have to say—?’

  He never got to finish. He was yanked forward by his jacket a generous few inches, then slammed back hard against the wall.

  ‘Shut it,’ Lazzaro snarled, his face inches away from Malvolio’s. ‘You make me sick.’

  ‘You believe her?’ Malvolio gave a nervous but mocking laugh. ‘You believe her against your own family?’

  ‘You are married to my sister,’ Lazzaro snarled. ‘You are not my blood. What the hell are you doing, messing around?’

  ‘I wasn’t. She’s the one who was coming on to me. She’s the one who set me up.’

  ‘Rubbish,’ Lazzaro snarled. ‘Don’t try and lie your way out of this. You go near her again and I will not be responsible for my actions.’ Lazzaro’s hands were still pushing him up against the wall, his voice low and menacing. ‘You stay well away from her.’

  ‘You mean you haven’t got rid of her?’ Malvolio’s voice was aghast.

  ‘Why would I get rid of her when it was your mistake?

  She is my personal assistant now—and one wrong move from you and don’t think I won’t tell my sister.’

  ‘She set me up.’ Malvolio had rallied. ‘She’s set you up too.’

  ‘What are you talking about? You were the one trying to lure her with talk of a promotion, watching her all the time—and that’s not from Caitlyn; that’s from another staff member.’

  ‘Lure her!’ Malvolio let out an incredulous snort. ‘She was the one coming on to me, Lazzaro. Now she’s got her fancy qualifications she thinks she’s entitled to the top job—she wanted to know if, with Jenna gone, I could find an opening for her. She’s always after favours—wanting her payslips fiddl
ed. You should have seen her …’

  Malvolio raked a hand through his hair, his breathless voice growing stronger with every word as Lazzaro stepped back, shaking his head, refuting it and yet hearing it—hearing and starting to if not believe it, then … His already loosened tie seemed to be choking him, and Lazzaro pulled at his collar, the open-and-shut case that had assured his tirade wavering at the final summing up as Malvolio continued.

  ‘She was all over me. I didn’t know what to do—I told her you were interviewing, that I couldn’t do her any favours, and the next thing she bit me, screaming that I’d come on to her—’

  ‘You’re lying.’ Lazzaro snarled the words out. ‘Lying to save yourself—because without my family, without your job, without us, you are nothing. Without me propping you up you would be the nothing you were before you met my sister.’ He hissed out a curse. ‘Why am I protecting you? She would be better off without you … better off knowing the truth …’

  ‘No!’ Malvolio shouted the word. ‘I love Antonia—as if I’d jeopardise things with a tart like that. As if I’d mess up the kids’ lives like that,’ Malvolio went on. ‘She was so upset by me that she had to leave, was she?’ He gave an incredulous laugh. ‘Only she wasn’t so upset when you upped her salary. It would seem she can stomach staying if the price is right. She can’t be that distressed by me …’

  Lazzaro could hear the blood pounding in his temples, a drench of relief flooding him. Because if Malvolio was telling the truth then his sister was okay, the kids were okay. And as for Caitlyn … The shot of relief was temporary. He knew the pain in her eyes had been real. He was sure. He’d felt her heart fluttering in her chest when he’d held her. Lazzaro knew women—knew when he was being lied to—she couldn’t have played him that well.

  ‘You know who she is, don’t you?’

  Malvolio’s voice seemed to be coming from a long way off, but he didn’t get to finish. The French doors were opening and Antonia was stepping out. Thankfully though, Lazzaro was saved from faking casual in front of his sister—as his mobile trilled he left it to Malvolio to make the small talk and tell her they’d be in soon. It took a moment to tune his brain into the conversation, as the clipped voice introduced herself as a saleswoman from a downtown department store.

  ‘Just to confirm some spending on a new signatory. I need to run through the purchases, if I may?’ And he listened—listened as designer suits, coats, shoes and boots were reeled off, listened as he heard how the woman who had insisted she could manage smart, had actually in less than an hour managed to pretty much top Jenna’s annual clothing budget. ‘And a full set of Oroton luggage. You’re aware of all these purchases?’

  ‘I am.’ Lazzaro nodded, more to himself than to the woman on the other end of the line. Jenna had cost a fortune to kit out initially, he recalled. Of course Caitlyn would need coats and boots for Italy. He’d never questioned a bill like that in his life, and he wasn’t about to start because of Malvolio.

  Turning off the phone, he smiled to his sister as Malvolio assured her they’d be inside in just a moment.

  ‘Everything’s okay, isn’t it?’Antonia checked nervously.

  ‘Of course.’ Lazzaro smiled, but it faded the second his sister was back inside, and the conversation resumed exactly where it had left off, the whole sordid mess of this afternoon taking a darker, sicker twist.

  ‘She’s Roxanne’s cousin.’ Malvolio sneered the words and Lazzaro’s face visibly paled.

  Caitlyn Bell was Roxanne’s cousin.

  Roxanne Martin was the person he hated most in the world.

  The woman who had pitched brother against brother.

  The woman who had so much blood on her hands she might as well have killed Luca with her own bare ones.

  ‘You’re the one talking about family,’ Malvolio carried on savagely. ‘You’re the one talking about blood relations. Well, your new personal assistant comes from the same gene pool as Roxanne Martin.’

  No!

  Lazzaro’s brain tightened in denial, the word on the tip of his taut lips. The woman he had spoken to this evening, the woman he had held in his arms for a short while, was nothing, nothing like Roxanne.

  But just as he was about to refute it, sense took over. Denial was dangerous.

  Denial—the impossible dance that had led Luca to his early grave.

  Only he was stronger than Luca.

  The eyes that had held his were swimming into his vision—only with dangerous undertones. And though he was initially tempted to ring the store, to cut her credit, to retract his job offer, instead a bitter smile twisted his lips … So what if he’d hired a manipulative, lying, little bitch? It could be worse—he might not have known it!

  ‘You’d better be telling the truth—because if you ever hurt my sister …’ Lazzaro pinned his brother-in-law with his eyes, watched as he shrank against the wall. ‘If I let you live, it will only be to ensure that you regret it!’

  ‘And Caitlyn?’ Malvolio’s eyes darted as he voiced the unpalatable question. ‘You’ll get rid of her? I mean, given what I’ve told you …’

  ‘Get rid of her? Why would I do that when things are just starting to get interesting?’ Lazzaro’s dark laugh was mirthless. ‘If Caitlyn Bell thinks she can play me then she hasn’t done her homework properly. I’m actually looking forward to it.’

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ‘IT SAYS here Roberta called.’

  His voice held the warning ring that was becoming increasingly familiar. Her first week working for Lazzaro and already she was looking at the clock, willing the next few hours to just please hurry up and go, so that she could wave goodbye to him till Monday.

  ‘She did.’ Caitlyn gulped, not looking up, staring instead at the note he had put on her desk—focussing not on the message she’d written but on his tense fingers that were drumming over it. ‘Half an hour ago. But you were on another call …’

  ‘And what did you say to her?’

  ‘Just that,’ Caitlyn offered. ‘I said that you were on another call and I’d let you know …’ A rather shaky finger hovered near his and pointed to her note. ‘Which I did.’

  ‘She told you it was urgent, I presume?’

  ‘She did.’ Caitlyn cleared her throat. ‘But nearly everyone—’

  ‘You do realise that I’ve been trying to get hold of her for two days?’ His voice was pure ice.

  ‘She sounded anxious,’ Caitlyn attempted. ‘She sounded like—’

  ‘She probably was anxious, given that I told her that if she didn’t get back to me by five p.m. Friday I would be commencing legal proceedings—which I was just in the process of till I saw your little note. Why the hell didn’t you think to check? Of all the bloody incompetent—’

  ‘Now, hold on a minute!’ Standing up, even in killer heels, she was no match for his height—or his wrath—but she gave it her best shot. He’d been bloody all week—nothing like the man who’d interviewed her—and Caitlyn was seriously wondering if she’d see out the first week, let alone last a year! ‘Her name wasn’t on Jenna’s precious list, and if I put through every anxious, depressed, teary or tipsy woman who calls for you, you might as well get rid of your desk and sit at one of those old-fashioned switchboards! “Mr Ranaldi …” she mimicked—who, she didn’t know, but she was boiling angry now. ‘“Just connecting you now!”

  ‘Next time someone you don’t know calls for me,’ Lazzaro said tartly, but his mouth was actually twitching as he tried not to smile, ‘you are to check with me.’

  As if on cue her phone rang and, still bristling, Caitlyn picked it up, introducing herself calmly. Just a teeny glint came to her eye. ‘One moment, please. I’ll just check.’

  ‘Tanya.’ She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were mutinous. ‘Should I put her through?’

  ‘No!’ Lazzaro snapped.

  ‘Only she says it’s urgent—she sounds quite anxious, actually!’

  ‘Tell her I’ve left for the weekend.’ He raked
a hand through his hair. ‘But now you’ve bloody put her on hold she’s going to know I’m here!’

  ‘I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.’ Taking Tanya off hold, Caitlyn was as sweet as she was convincing. ‘I thought I might be able to catch him at Reception for you, but he’s already left for the weekend—I’ll be sure to let him know that you called, though.’

  Replacing the receiver, she waited—would wait till Monday if she had to.

  ‘Okay …’ He gave the tiniest shrug. ‘Next time just …’ His voice trailed off.

  ‘Just what?’ Caitlyn pushed. ‘Do you want me to put them through, check with you, or use my initiative? Which, given I don’t possess psychic powers, isn’t always going to be spot-on!’

  ‘Okay! Okay!’ He threw his hands up in exasperation before storming off. ‘I accept that.’

  ‘So do I,’ she said to his departing back. ‘Your apology, that is.’

  And for the first time in the whole week—at five past five on Friday—he smiled. Actually turned to her and smiled.

  ‘You’re pushing your luck now! I still have to ring Roberta—and call off my lawyer.’ But he was still smiling! ‘Look, why don’t you go home?’

  Which was better than an apology, given that every other night she’d been here till well into the double digits. ‘Well, if you’re sure …’ Caitlyn sniffed, still refusing to completely forgive him.

  ‘Of course. You’ve worked hard this week.’ It was the first compliment he’d paid her since she’d started, and all her anger just evaporated. Finally returning his smile, she reached for her bag. ‘I’ll see you at seven a.m.’

  ‘Seven a.m.?’ Caitlyn blinked. ‘But it’s Saturday tomorrow.’

  ‘Which is exactly why I want to check out the peninsular resort. I’m considering buying it to offer my overseas clients a break from the city at weekends—so naturally I want to spend a weekend there.’

  ‘But it isn’t booked,’ Caitlyn said hopefully, visions of collapsing in the bath, shaving her legs and putting on a face mask, or just doing nothing, fading as the reality of this job caught up.

  ‘We’ll ring on the way.’ Lazzaro shrugged. ‘I’d like to see what they come up with at short notice, and we’ll use an alias—I don’t want them to even have a hint that it’s me who’s arriving.’ He registered her frown. ‘I’m always one step ahead of everyone, Caitlyn, that’s why I’m so successful. You’d do well to remember that.’