Untamed Italians. Janette Kenny
catch his attention. Not that he’d have paid her any heed anyway.
No, he’d loved her to distraction last night and then left her here on his yacht this morning while he went to the hospital to be with Cesare. He’d lied to her!
The reason was clear to her. He didn’t trust her to stay away as he’d asked. He’d brought her here last night to ensure she’d not be able to get to land until he decreed it so. The yacht was so far at sea she couldn’t even see land!
Gemma stormed back to her stateroom and slammed the door. If he’d lied about this, could she trust him to keep his promise regarding the inn?
A cold emptiness expanded in her, freezing any pleasure she’d felt in his arms. The suite where she’d made such passionate love with Stefano now felt like a silken prison.
You are mine now, he’d said.
But he hadn’t meant it in the sense of them being closer as a couple. No, it had been a possessive comment and nothing more.
He had her under his thumb. Or so he thought.
She was a fisherman’s daughter. She knew the sea and these people. Somehow she’d find a way to get back to Italy.
Gemma had to return today to see Cesare, if only to assure herself he was healing after his surgery. Then she must travel to Milan for there was a little girl waiting impatiently for her visit. And what would she tell her about Cesare’s absence?
The truth.
It’d been hidden long enough.
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