A Venetian Affair: A Venetian Passion / In the Venetian's Bed / A Family For Keeps
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She pulled herself together, trying to breathe normally. ‘Not at my best, I’m afraid,’ she said unevenly, and thrust her hair behind her ears to display the full effect of her bruises. ‘This is a surprise.’
He drew the other chair close and with a familiar ‘Permesso?’ sat down. ‘Ah, Laura!’ His voice was husky with compassion as his eyes travelled over her face. ‘Your mother told me of your fall, but I did not imagine—’
‘That I looked so scary?’
‘That you had been hurt so very badly,’ he contradicted. ‘Are you in pain still?’
‘Not pain, exactly. My face is just sore and throbs a bit. So does my ankle.’ She smiled coldly. ‘If I’d expected to frighten anyone I would have worn a mask. I bought one in Venice, remember.’
‘I do remember. And you did not frighten me,’ he assured her. ‘I feel only sympathy for your injury.’
She found that hard to swallow. ‘The worst part was missing Fen’s wedding. How did it go?’
‘It was very beautiful. But to my great disappointment you were not in the bridal party.’
‘You can see why now.’ She smiled politely. ‘It’s very kind of you to take time to visit me, but shouldn’t you be up at Friars Wood with the other guests?’
He shook his head. ‘I have been there already. I congratulated the radiant bride and her proud husband, and introduced myself to your mother.’ Domenico smiled warmly. ‘She is so much like you. I recognised her immediately.’
‘She looks good, doesn’t she?’ said Laura, thawing slightly.
‘Molto elegante,’ he agreed, and eyed her warily. ‘Mrs Dysart consulted with your mother and made a suggestion.’
Laura raised her good eyebrow. ‘What is it?’
‘She gave me champagne so that you and I may toast the bride and groom together.’ He smiled. ‘The bride thought this was an excellent idea.’
‘Did you come to the wedding alone, then?’
‘Yes, of course,’ he said, surprised. ‘I have rung you twice since Thursday to say I was arriving today, but your number was unobtainable.’
‘I broke my phone when I fell.’ She eyed him suspiciously. ‘Domenico, are you here because you feel sorry for me?’
‘No.’ His chin lifted. ‘But if you do not want me here I will leave the champagne and go.’
She turned her face away, fighting sudden tears, but after a moment she was pulled to her feet and into Domenico’s arms with her good cheek pressed to his crisp shirtfront.
‘You took off your jacket,’ she muttered, breathing in the male scent that was so bone-meltingly familiar she almost forgot she was furious with him.
‘My suit is new,’ he explained. ‘The shirt will wash.’
‘And I thought I was the practical one!’ She tried a laugh, which sounded so much more like a sob his arms tightened.
‘Piangi!’ he commanded, but having been told to cry Laura lost all desire to, and pushed him away.
‘Sorry. My emotions are a bit near the surface since the fall.’
He winced, and touched a finger to her uninjured cheek. ‘You could have done yourself such serious injury, Laura.’ He paused. ‘So. Shall I stay?’
She lifted a shoulder. ‘If you like.’
‘Then I shall fetch the champagne from the car.’
‘I’ll get some glasses.’ Laura limped into the house, and for pride’s sake took time to tie her hair back before collecting a couple of champagne flutes.
‘I feel happier with my hair under control,’ she told Domenico as she rejoined him.
He smiled a little. ‘Bene. I like you to feel happy.’
She raised a cynical eyebrow. ‘Really? You were pretty cutting on the phone!’
Heat flared in his eyes. ‘You hurt me so much, Laura.’
‘You or your pride?’ she said, unmoved.
He shrugged. ‘Both. To help you I paid a very little part of your hotel bill, and in return you accuse me of paying for your body. I believed we had made beautiful love together,’ he added angrily. ‘So, yes, my pride was hurt.’
Her eyes flashed. ‘So was mine, Domenico, when I found out you’d been having a little joke with me.’
‘I have given you my reasons for that,’ he reminded her, and without spilling a drop removed the cork from the champagne, filled two glasses and handed one of them to her. ‘Now we make the toast,’ he said.
‘To Fen and Joe,’ said Laura, raising her glass.
‘To the bride and groom,’ he agreed, and raised his own. ‘Also a toast to you, Laura, with the wish that your beautiful face will soon be whole again.’
‘I’ll drink to that!’ she said dryly. ‘Though even at its best my face is hardly beautiful.’
‘It is to me,’ he said softly.
But Laura couldn’t forget Domenico’s knee-jerk reaction at first sight of it, nor the lady back in Venice somewhere. ‘It was kind of you to come,’ she said politely. ‘I was feeling pretty blue earlier on.’
‘It is very sad that you could not be at your friend’s wedding,’ he agreed. ‘When I learned that you were hurt I wanted to come here at once to see you. But I had to wait while many photographs were taken, then drive to the Dysart home to congratulate the bride and groom, also to ask your mother her permission to visit you.’ Domenico smiled. ‘She is a charming lady.’
‘That she is,’ agreed Laura. ‘Where are you staying?’
‘At an inn called the Forrester’s Arms. You know it?’
‘Yes, it’s a nice country pub with good food, but a far cry from the Forli Palace.’
‘Non importa. A change is good, yes?’
‘It will certainly be that—’ She broke off as the phone rang, and excused herself to go inside to answer it. ‘Hi, Mother.’
‘Are you all right, darling?’ asked Isabel anxiously.
‘I’m fine.’
‘Is Domenico still with you?’
‘Yes.’
‘How long is he staying?’
‘I don’t know. Are you ready to come home, then?’
‘Actually, Frances wants me to stay on for a while, so if you’ve still got company maybe I will.’
‘Stay as long as you like. Have fun. I’ll see you later.’ Laura put the phone down and went back to Domenico. ‘That was my mother, asking how long you’re likely to stay.’ She smiled coolly. ‘But you can go now, if you like. I’ll be fine on my own until she comes home.’
His face darkened. ‘You wish me to go?’
‘Not quite yet. First there are one or two things I want to say. As you said, it’s difficult over the phone—’ She broke off as rain began to fall and reached for the tape-player. ‘Grab your jacket and leave the rest. We’d better go inside.’
In the small sitting room Laura switched on lamps, waved Domenico to a chair and sat down on the sofa with her feet up.
‘So tell me these one or two things,’ he commanded, tearing his eyes from the length of bare brown leg on display.
‘First,’ began Laura, ‘when we became lovers I didn’t know who, or what, you were.’
He frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘It was obvious from your apartment and your clothes that you earned good money, but I took it you were in some management job at the hotel. I had no idea that you owned it.’
‘I do not own it. The hotel belongs to the Forli Group, of which I am a part because I am family,’ he said, with the air of one explaining to a child. ‘I am in charge in Venice now because my father has retired.’ He threw out his expressive hands. ‘What difference does this make?’
‘Quite a lot to me. You live among the pillars and frescoes of the Palazzo Forli or in your smart San Marco apartment overlooking the Grand Canal.’ She waved a hand at the small, crowded room. ‘I live here, or in my tiny flat in London.’
‘So? I do not understand the problem.’
Her chin went up. ‘It’s not a problem any more. When we parted that last night I was moonstruck enough to think that a relationship of some kind was possible. But now I know the facts it’s out of the question. You lied to me, Domenico.’
He sighed impatiently. ‘I did not lie, exactly. It was so good to be with someone who seemed to like me for myself, I did not tell you—’
‘That’s not the lie I’m talking about. You said there was no woman in your life, yet according to Fen’s sister, Jess Forli, there is.’ Laura’s eyes stabbed his accusingly. ‘Admit it, Domenico, you said all that nonsense about falling in love just to get me into bed. And like a fool I fell for it.’
The translucent eyes narrowed to glittering shards of ice. ‘There is no other woman in my life. And I did not lie about my feelings for you.’ He got slowly to his feet and picked up his jacket, controlled fury in every move. ‘But if you can believe such things of me you are right, Laura. There is no possibility of a relationship between us.’
‘So why did you come here today?’
He smiled scornfully. ‘Do not imagine it was to discuss this boring subject of relationships. My visit is courtesy only, because you are injured.’
‘How very kind of you,’ she managed, when she could trust her voice.
He put on his jacket, suddenly a remote, elegant stranger. ‘Allora, I must go back to the Dysart home to wish the bride and groom well before they leave for their honeymoon.’
Laura led the way into the hall to open the front door. ‘Goodbye, then. Thank you for taking time to visit me.’
‘Prego,’ he said, shrugging.
‘Wait—I almost forgot. I have something for you.’ She went back into the sitting room to search in her handbag, then returned to him, holding out an envelope.
Domenico opened it, his face stony as he saw money. ‘Grazie,’ he said savagely, and thrust the envelope in his pocket. ‘Now you owe me nothing and you can be happy, yes? But tell me, Laura, if you had such harsh things to say, why did you not accuse me of these things at once and send me away?’
She smiled at him sweetly. ‘I was bored. Your company was better than none.’
His eyes glittered with outrage for an instant, then with a graceful, insolent bow he strode off through the rain to his hired car. An Italian model, Laura noted dully. Domenico liked to maintain his image at all times and in all places.
Chapter Eight
LAURA rescued the champagne flutes, washed them and put them away, emptied the leftover wine down the kitchen sink, took some rubber boots and an umbrella from the closet, then, knowing her mother wouldn’t be long, sat slumped at the table in a cagoule to wait. When she heard the car she limped down the path as fast as she could and managed to reach it just as Isabel switched off the ignition.
‘Mother, put these boots on and leave your shoes in the car with your hat,’ ordered Laura. ‘You take the umbrella; I’ve got my hood up.’
Isabel followed her into the kitchen soon afterwards and thrust the dripping umbrella into the sink. ‘Why did Domenico leave?’
‘To speed the bride and groom on their way.’
‘He could have stayed with you a lot longer. The happy couple are dancing the night away in the marquee with everyone else. Fenny won’t leave until the band does.’
‘Of course she won’t. They’re going back to Joe’s house tonight. The real travelling starts tomorrow.’ Laura smiled bleakly. ‘Domenico was just making an excuse to get away, Mother.’
‘From you?’
‘Right.’
‘You had a quarrel?’
‘Not exactly. I just cleared the air a bit.’
Isabel dispensed with the boots and sat down at the table, motioning Laura to do the same. ‘I like Domenico.’
‘He likes you, too.’
‘He was appalled when I told him what had happened to you.’
Laura glowered. ‘Even more so when he actually laid eyes on my face!’
‘Ah. I see,’ said Isabel, enlightened.
‘I was dozing in the garden, and he woke me up. But the Prince lost the plot. He stared at Sleeping Beauty in horror instead of kissing her awake.’ Laura shrugged. ‘Only for a split second, but long enough.’
Her mother sighed. ‘So you sent him packing?’
‘Not right away. He’d brought champagne to toast Fen and Joe, and I was tired of my own company by that time, so we sat in the garden until the rain started.’
‘What went wrong?’
‘I told him a relationship between us wasn’t possible due to the difference in our circumstances—’
‘What?’
Laura quailed at the look her mother gave her. ‘Well, it isn’t, is it?’ she said defensively. ‘You should see his apartment, not to mention the Forli Palace—’
‘Stop right there. I’ve never heard such rubbish!’ Isabel jumped up to fill the kettle. ‘It’s an insult to your father and me to say you’re not good enough for Domenico Chiesa—or any other man, for that matter.’
Laura stared at her mother in dismay. ‘I didn’t mean it like that!’
‘Then how did you mean it? This is the twenty-first century, Laura Green—do you want some tea?’
‘No, thanks.’
Isabel sat down at the table again, a relentless look in her eye. ‘Once you hit your teens you got this bee in your bonnet about charity. But I had no idea you felt inferior to people who possessed more in life than we do. Was that your reaction when Frances Dysart gave you generous presents for your birthday, or included you in outings with Fenny?’
‘No!’ said Laura, horrified. ‘I don’t mean that at all. The Dysarts always seemed like family to me.’ She took a deep breath. ‘My school uniform was the start of it.’
‘Ah!’ Isabel slumped slightly in her chair. ‘The second-hand clothes from the school shop. They were a godsend to my bank balance. You never said you resented them, Laura.’
‘Because I knew it was a struggle for you to send me to the same school as Fen. But I loathed having clothes that someone else had worn first.’
‘Abby didn’t feel like that,’ said Isabel dryly. ‘She loved wearing your cast-offs, until she grew too tall.’
‘Ah, but my baby sister was not only clever enough to get a scholarship which paid her fees, she’s also blessed with a better nature than me.’
‘Different, not better.’
Laura frowned. ‘If school fees were a problem, how did you manage to send me on school trips to France and so on?’
‘Grandma paid. And if she were still with us she’d give you short shrift if you accused her of charity.’
‘I wouldn’t dare! But I wish I had known. I could have shown her I was grateful.’
Isabel shook her head in despair. ‘She did it to give you pleasure, not to get gratitude.’
‘Sorry!’
Isabel eyed her quizzically. ‘So let me just get this straight. You fell in love with a man you thought had an ordinary job, even though he lives in an expensive apartment, wears wonderful clothes—if his suit today was anything to go by—and takes you out to pricey meals?’
‘I insisted on paying for one of them!’
‘Of course you did,’ said her mother, resigned. ‘Anyway, now that Domenico’s revealed in his true colours, i.e. not just good-looking and charming but seriously well off, you’re no longer in love with him. Am I right so far?’
‘You make me sound like a complete fool, Mother. Which I am, of course, because I’m still hopelessly in love with him,’ said Laura miserably.
‘But because he was horrified at the sight of your face you told him to get lost.’
‘I had to get in first, in case he meant to dump me. You must have noticed that Domenico’s pretty hot on appearances! But a relationship isn’t possible between us anyway, because he’d lied to me.’
‘About his identity?’
‘Worse than that. In Venice he told me there was no woman in his life, and that he was in love with me. Otherwise I wouldn’t have—have got so involved,’ said Laura, flushing.
‘And is there some woman in his life?’
‘He says not, but Jess told Fen there is. So someone’s wrong somewhere.’
‘You didn’t tell me about this.’
‘I wanted to talk to Domenico first.’
‘And he denied it. Then what?’
‘He was pretty angry by that stage—’
‘You surprise me,’ said Isabel dryly.
‘He did the arrogant Venetian thing, and looked down his nose as he informed me that he had not come for boring discussion of our relationship, but out of courtesy because of my fall.’
‘Ouch! So what did you say to that?’
‘Not a lot. I just gave him the money he’d paid Signora Rossi.’
Isabel groaned.
‘At which point he said grazie and left. So that’s that,’ said Laura, and jumped to her feet. ‘Maybe I will have some tea after all, while you tell me all about the wedding. I bet Fen looked amazing,’ she added wistfully.
‘She certainly did. Only someone with Fenny’s lack of hips could carry off such a narrow column of satin. The girls looked a picture, and Frances had the most ravishing hat—’
Laura listened with determined attention while her mother described the clothes at the wedding, but got up when Isabel began to yawn. ‘Bed,’ she said firmly. ‘You can tell me the rest tomorrow, before I go back to London.’
‘Tomorrow! Look, darling, I can easily postpone my holiday for a while—’
‘Absolutely not. You go off to the Lakes with Janet, and by the time I see you again I’ll look less like an extra from a horror film.’
Laura kept to her plan, but with a lot less enthusiasm for the idea than she’d let on to her mother. And during her call home to report in when she got to the flat she was given the finishing touch to her day.
‘Domenico called here after I drove back from the station,’ said Isabel. ‘He was not at all pleased to hear you’re going back to work tomorrow.’
‘It’s not up to him to be pleased or not! What did he want?’
‘To see you, I imagine. We chatted for a while, then he went off to a dinner Jess and Lorenzo were giving for the family at the Chesterton, and I got on with my packing.’
‘Are you all set for the morning?’
‘Yes. I’m picking Janet up at nine.’
‘Then have a good time, both of you.’ Laura stifled a yawn. ‘Sorry. I need an early night. I’ll give you my number as soon as I get a new phone. Until then ring me here at the flat. And drive carefully.’
‘I always do. Take care of yourself, darling. If it’s too much for you in work tomorrow, take more time off.’
‘Yes, Mother.’
Laura had been fully prepared for loud exclamations about her appearance next day, not least because she was wearing tennis shoes with her black suit. The surprise was a lack of energy that affected her concentration. And the glasses she wore for computer work hurt her bruised face so much that by the end of the afternoon she was heartily glad to go home. She checked her mailbox in the lobby as usual, and found a parcel signed for by the concierge. Surprised, she took the lift to the first floor and tore the wrappings from a box that contained a mobile phone and a note.
This is not charity, Laura. It is a practical gift to wish you a swift recovery. Domenico.
Laura took out the pretty little object, smiling when she saw it came complete with all the latest bells and whistles. The gift was so obviously an olive branch she would be a fool to refuse it.
She rang Domenico before she could change her mind. ‘This is Laura.’
‘Come esta? You have just returned from your bank?’
‘Yes.’
‘Should you be working again so soon?’
‘Probably not. It was a very tiring day.’ Laura braced herself. ‘But it was a very pleasant surprise to find your gift when I got home. Thank you very much.’
There was a lengthy pause. ‘You are going to accept it?’ he said at last.
‘Yes, Domenico, I am.’ She paused, then told him the truth. ‘I thought it might alienate you completely if I sent it back. And I’d like to think we could at least be friends.’
‘I would like that very much,’ he said promptly. ‘So. When I am in London you will dine with me?’
‘Yes. I’ll even let you pay for my dinner!’
‘Then we make progress.’ He paused. ‘How is your face, Laura?’
She took a look in the mirror over the sink unit. ‘It’s starting to heal. I should be back to normal soon.’
‘Bene. Are you very tired?’
‘Not really.’ Which was true now she was talking to Domenico again. ‘It was kind of you to send the phone.’
‘I expected it back by the next post.’
‘Postage to Venice is far too expensive!’
He laughed. ‘Always the practical one.’
‘That’s me. Thank you again. Goodbye, Domenico.’
‘Ciao, Laura.’
Feeling a whole lot better, Laura stood in the shower for a while, careful to keep her hair dry rather than risk going to bed with it wet. She massaged more analgesic cream into her ankle, pulled on jeans and T-shirt, released her hair from its pins and tied it back with a length of blue ribbon. The doorbell rang while she was seeking inspiration about supper, and with a sigh she shut the fridge and lifted the receiver, hoping it wasn’t Claire or Ellie, or anyone else intent on cheering her up.
‘Yes?’
‘Let me in, Laura, per favore.’
She stared at the receiver in shock. ‘You’re not in Venice?’ she said idiotically, and Domenico laughed.
‘No, Laura. I am right here, outside your building.’
She pressed the release button in a daze, and opened her door to watch him taking the stairs, two at a time. He was wearing his wonderful leather jacket with jeans that had probably come from the same source as his suits. His glossy dark hair was a little ruffled for once, but his chin was newly shaved and Laura could have eaten him on toast. He smiled at her, looking so outrageously pleased with himself she laughed up at him with equal pleasure.
‘You said you would dine with me when I am in London,’ he said, and kissed her uninjured cheek. ‘So. Here I am.’
She closed the door behind them, eyeing him quizzically. ‘You didn’t say tonight! I was hoping to look rather more human before we met again.’
He scowled. ‘Do you really believe such things matter to me? I could not leave for Venice knowing you still believe this lie about another woman in my life!’
Laura looked up into the jewel-bright blue eyes and saw truth in them, along with something else that made her heart beat faster. ‘If you say it’s a lie I believe you.’
He moved closer. ‘There is no one. E verita, Laura. I had so much looked forward to seeing you at the wedding, and felt great shock to find you missing. And when I did see you—’
‘You were revolted. I saw the look in your eyes.’
‘This is not true! I felt only anguish that you had suffered such pain. And this also,’ he added fiercely, ‘is not a lie.’
‘Then I apologise.’
‘Grazie.’ He smiled ruefully. ‘But I was not truthful about the subject of our relationship.’
‘You said it was boring,’ she reminded him.
He threw out his hands. ‘This was retaliation. I came to you to arrange our lives to spend as much time together as possible, and you accuse me of having another woman!’
‘I’m sorry,’ she said penitently.
‘Bene.’ His eyes narrowed to an unsettling gleam. ‘I insist that you make this up to me.’
She smiled demurely. ‘How can I do that?’
‘You are flirting with me, Laura,’ he said, delighted. ‘You know exactly how. If you have forgotten, I will take great pleasure in showing you. But not,’ he added with deep regret, ‘until next time we meet. Tonight I am afraid to hurt you if I even kiss you.’
‘I don’t think one kiss would hurt too much,’ she whispered, and Domenico took her in his arms and laid his lips on hers with gentleness that transformed into warmth as she responded with fervour fuelled by relief that he was here and she was in his arms where she belonged. When he released her mouth at last he drew her close, careful of her injured face.
‘Tell me you are sorry for being so cruel to me,’ he commanded unevenly.
‘You got off lightly. When Fen told me you had a woman in your life I was ready to kill you,’ she said fiercely, and Domenico gave a deep-throated growl of male satisfaction.
‘You were jealous!’ He kissed her nose. ‘I like this very much.’
She smiled ruefully. ‘It was a first for me, and I hated it.’