One Passionate Night's Miracle: One-Night Baby / The Surgeon's Miracle Baby / Outback Baby Miracle

‘Really?’ He angled his head to stare at her. ‘I’ve never had the impression that you’re slow …’

No response.

‘My organisation needs someone like you.’ He threw her a smile. ‘Just think about it …’

‘You don’t hold back, do you?’ she whispered, fixed on his gaze.

‘Salary wouldn’t be a problem—’

‘No … Sorry … I can’t stay on in Rome.’

Her voice was flat as if reality had kicked in, extinguishing the fantasy he had spun for her. He was disappointed, of course. But defeat wasn’t in his lexicon and he wasn’t about to back off now.

‘I have to be back in the UK by this weekend at the latest,’ she went on, voicing some inner thought and unwittingly handing him a compromise.

‘Okay …’ He eased his shoulders in a shrug as if it didn’t matter to him one way or the other what she did, but his mind was scrutinising the facts—she was an intelligent woman, and he had just given her the opportunity of a lifetime. There had to be something else. Someone else? Was this feeling jealousy? If so, it had to be a first. He kept his face impassive as he delved a little deeper. ‘Of course, if you have personal reasons—’

‘I don’t. At least …’

‘Go on.’ He could hardly hold back the bite in his voice.

She clammed up. She retreated into herself leaving only the prickles on show. He eased off too. Like all good negotiators, he knew when to take his foot off the gas. ‘Well, if you could just stay until the weekend, by which time the new director should have settled in, I’d appreciate it. And of course I’d pay you well for your time …’

Nothing.

He tried again. ‘I’m sure Cordelia would appreciate the reassurance of having you around during the changeover of directors …’

Bullseye.

‘You won’t have to pay me,’ she assured him tightly. ‘I’ll happily stay on until the weekend if it reassures Cordelia. My cousin’s a wonderful actress. You don’t know how lucky you are…’

And neither did cousin Cordelia, Santino thought, dropping his gaze to hide his rush of triumph.

CHAPTER SIX

BY THE time Santino had signed the bill Kate was already regretting her decision to stay on in Rome. Giving Caddy the boost she needed to regain her confidence was one thing, but she could have remained at Caddy’s side without agreeing to work for Santino, and reporting directly to him was madness. What had she been thinking?

‘Ready?’

As Santino stood up and prepared to hold her chair Kate was forced to accept that she could never think clearly when Santino was involved. And it certainly didn’t help now when a lock of inky-black hair caught on his lashes as he looked at her. But she had to remain detached. It was either that, or break her silence and face a lifetime of regret.

‘Kate?’

‘Sorry …’ Kate grabbed her jacket, evading Santino’s attempts to help her to put it on. Buttoning it up securely, she didn’t forget the buttons at the neck of her shirt were open and fastened those too.

As Santino watched Kate fastening up her suit and her blouse, sealing the package up tight, he felt suspicion grind inside him. There had to be someone else back home. This act was too contrived. A woman didn’t turn from seductress to celibate in the space of five years with all her allure intact. Kate had all the hallmarks of a tease. It warned him to be wary and question rather than trust. But for some reason he wanted Kate; he wanted her to be different from other women.

But he only had to examine the facts to know he couldn’t afford to let her in. Five years ago he had taken what she’d freely offered, no meaningless pledges on either side. There had been no time for anything other than feeling and hunger. She had responded wholeheartedly, but afterwards he had felt emptier than before. He had known then he was yearning for something he could never have.

‘Arrivederci, Santino!’

‘Arrivederci, Federico!’ The distraction of the ebullient restaurateur’s farewell came as a relief. This was no time to be dwelling on the past.

‘Goodbye, Federico …’

Kate turned and waved. She seemed harmless enough. Or was that an act too? Was she like every other woman—out for what she could get? Was she painting herself in a rosy light so everyone would love her and let their guard down? She had begun by opening up and telling him about her life with Cordelia and Meredith, and then for no reason she had clammed up again. Why? It couldn’t be second thoughts about the job, or fear of the responsibility she had agreed to take on—she could eat the job. Which left the phone call. Who was waiting for Kate back home aside from Aunt Meredith? He needed more time with her to find out what was going on. He would much rather stick salt in the wound now and prove her treachery than continue to pursue her wearing a blindfold.

‘I thought we’d walk back to the Russie, cool off after the heat in the restaurant,’ he suggested. ‘Do you mind?’ He held the door for her, closing his eyes as she passed to better appreciate her light crushed-petal scent.

‘No, that would be great,’ she said. ‘I like to walk …’

He could tell she had relaxed a little. She even granted him a small smile as she tilted up her face to look at him. But then he remembered how professional she was about everything now; she was always on her guard.

‘I’ve had a wonderful evening, Santino, and I want to thank you for indulging me. I know it was a business meeting and I had no right to drag you off to a place of my choice, but Federico’s restaurant was everything I hoped to find when I came to Rome.’

She knew just what to say to make a good impression on him. But how much of it was contrived to make him soften towards her? ‘It was my pleasure.’ As always he hid his true feelings behind a mask of good manners. ‘I’m so glad you enjoyed yourself.’

‘Is it far to the Russie from here?’ She looked up and down the narrow street as she spoke to him.

‘No.’ His brow creased as his mind whirled with possibilities for the rest of the evening.

‘Then why don’t you leave me here and I’ll walk the rest of the way?’

‘You’ll do no such thing.’ He hadn’t expected that. He was rattled. Her independence irritated him. He wasn’t used to women striking out on their own—not when he was around. He made the decisions. ‘I can’t let you walk through the streets of Rome on your own at night.’

‘Then I’ll take a cab.’

‘You can’t just flag one down.’

‘A bus, then.’

Incredibly, before he knew what she was doing she had nimbly sidestepped him and hopped onto the running board of one of the buses that made up the city’s sightseeing service.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ He had no option but to jump on after her.

‘Being spontaneous. Going on a bus tour …’ There was a look of determination on her face as she fished in her purse for the fare.

‘Go upstairs. Grab the front seats and I’ll pay …’ He couldn’t believe he was saying it—couldn’t believe he was travelling on a bus.

He slid in beside her. She had managed to secure one of the prized seats at the front and was fiddling with the headphones connected to the translation service. She blinked when he twitched the speakers from her ears.

‘Don’t you trust me to be your guide? I am a Roman …’

‘As if there could be any doubt,’ she told him as the bus chugged closer to the floodlit Colosseum.

It was the closest she’d come to flirting with him. That thought soothed his wounded pride and filled him with another sort of emotion altogether. Which was somewhat short-lived, because now her face was deadpan again.

It was a long time since he’d had to think about his city’s history, but for Kate he’d make the effort. He settled down and pointed towards one of the yawning gaps in the ancient walls. ‘Can you see the arena down there?’