The Italian's Wife

‘I can’t let you take me shopping,’ she told him unevenly.

A curious expression tensed Rio’s darkly handsome features and his strong jawline hardened, his gorgeous dark golden eyes almost bleak. ‘I need a distraction today. You’re it. You’ll be doing me a favour.’

So disconcerted was Holly by the roughened sincerity patent in that unexpected response that she was halfway into the limo before she recalled that she had not yet seen her son. ‘Just two minutes, Rio.’ She said his name for the first time and then reddened with self-consciousness.