Italian Tycoon, Secret Son. Lucy Gordon
‘There are some things a man must remember for himself, or they weren’t important,’ she teased.
‘And it was important, wasn’t it, Mandy?’ Renzo replied.
‘Oh, yes.’
‘Tell me.’
‘Be patient. It’ll come to you.’
‘And if it doesn’t?’
‘Then I’ll just have to go away.’
His arms tightened. ‘I won’t let you. I’ll keep you prisoner.’
‘You won’t find that easy. I’ll escape.’
He leaned down so that his mouth was close to hers. ‘Give me a clue.’
She lifted her head a little and laid her lips against his. ‘Remember,’ she whispered.
The next moment she’d slid free of him and glided away.
Lucy Gordon cut her writing teeth on magazine journalism, interviewing many of the world’s most interesting men, including Warren Beatty, Richard Chamberlain, Roger Moore, Sir Alec Guinness and Sir John Gielgud. She also camped out with lions in Africa, and had many other unusual experiences which have often provided the background for her books. She is married to a Venetian, whom she met while on holiday in Venice. They got engaged within two days. Two of her books have won the Romance Writers of America RITA® award.
You can visit her website at www.lucy-gordon.com
Dear Reader
What can destroy love? Time? Distance? Forgetfulness? Death? Those are questions that have always intrigued me.
I wrote ITALIAN TYCOON, SECRET SON as a journey of exploration, often not knowing where the next step would lead. At the start everything seemed as simple to me as it does to Mandy and Renzo, two bright, clever people who prided themselves on their no-nonsense approach to life, and never saw what was about to engulf them until the very last minute.
As I went on I found myself learning from these two, as if I’d only just met them. In my head I listened as they argued that it was too late for the love they had discovered in the face of death. Too much time had passed. They were no longer the same people who’d found and then lost each other. How, they demanded, could they ever retrace their steps so far back, and then start out again on a new road?
But I urged them not to give up, and in finding the way they also discovered the answer to the first question.
If the love is real nothing in the world can destroy it.
Warm wishes
Lucy Gordon
ITALIAN TYCOON,
SECRET SON
BY
LUCY GORDON
MILLS & BOON
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CHAPTER ONE
ONE thing was clear from the start.
Mandy Jenkins and Renzo Ruffini were fated to be combatants: to tease, taunt and infuriate each other, to jeer and bang their heads against the wall in mutual exasperation. And then to laugh and forget everything. Until the next time.
The truth was there the night they met, if either of them had been able to see it: the instant attraction hiding behind antagonism, the meeting of minds that took them both by surprise.
The only thing missing was the tragedy. That came later.
It was an evening in late February when Mandy arrived in Chamonix, on the French-Italian border, and booked into one of the city’s best hotels. It was slightly more than she could afford, but she was about to spend the next week living tough in the mountains and she reckoned she was entitled to spoil herself.
Everything was perfect, starting with the view from her bedroom window, of the mountains rearing up, shimmering white in the darkness, right down to the delicate French cuisine in the restaurant.
She took her time over the meal, occasionally glancing around at the other diners. One couple in particular claimed her attention. The woman was roughly in her late thirties, done up to the nines, evidently with the intention of attracting a conquest.
Laying it all out, Mandy mused.
If so, the woman was successful. The man with her was entirely focused on her ripe beauty, holding her hand, fixing his eyes on her as though the rest of the world didn’t exist. He too seemed to be in his thirties, with a face that was attractive rather than handsome. But the attraction was intense. His features were lean and sharp, the eyes brilliant with intelligence and devilment.
He smiled, and it was beaming, dazzling, all enveloping.
Hmm! Mandy thought.
Many women would have been seduced by that smile, even at this distance. But not her. She’d seen something that didn’t ring true. Despite his fervour, the passionate intensity in his gaze, this man wasn’t in love. He was simply doing what was expected of him in the situation, heading down a well-worn road to a predetermined end. And there were no prizes for guessing what the end would be.
Her impression was confirmed a few minutes later when the couple rose and headed for the lift, his arm around her waist, her head on his shoulder, their gazes locked in mutual adoration.
After drinking her coffee, Mandy retired to her own room to prepare for the next day when she would join an expedition up the mountains, led by professional climber, Pierre Foule. She was looking forward to it, knowing herself to be physically well equipped with a strong, young body, slim and lithe. Her black hair was cut short in a neat crop.
Efficient, she thought. Just what’s needed.
What she didn’t take into account was her deep green eyes. To her they were just eyes, useful for their perfect vision, but not special, so she entirely missed their beauty and the effect they could have on other people.
The shower felt unbelievably good, and when she’d finished and put on a towel robe, she felt invigorated and ready for the climb she would start tomorrow.
The thought filled her with the desire for one last look at the mountains, and she slipped out onto the wrought iron balcony to stand enraptured. She was about to go back inside when a commotion reached her from two windows along. A man was cursing in French, a woman was screaming.
The window was at an angle and she had a clear view as the curtains parted and a man rushed out onto the balcony.
It somehow came as no surprise to discover that he was the same man she’d been studying downstairs. Before her startled