The Innocent's Emergency Wedding. Natalie Anderson

      Alessandro huffed out a tight breath. He was trying to keep his temper in check, but the reports Dominique had emailed over just before their departure were making it impossible. Brian Fielding might be hyper-controlling over his wife and Katie, but he was very much out of control in his own life. He was one of those jerks who thought he could have it all without doing any work—gambling not only with cards and chance machines, but with get-rich-quick schemes and insecure investments. One of which, ironically, was Zetticci Foods.

      His father’s former company was in worse shape than Alessandro had realised. While Aldo had been a creative genius—an instinctive, outstanding chef, with innate knowledge and a passion for his work—since his death the company’s direction had faltered.

      As CEO, Naomi had clearly gone for a splatter gun approach, throwing out a ton of new products and hoping one would hit the market. None had. She’d sacked every one of the chefs she’d brought on board over the years and then turned to her brother Brian for a cash injection.

      And what Brian had told Katie was correct. They were on the brink of losing White Oaks, Susan’s home and inheritance. According to the brief report, the older woman was now wheelchair-bound and being cared for by family at home. Being cared for by Katie—because Brian was regularly travelling to conferences, active on local government board meetings…

      Alessandro grimaced. Brian was all about the show.

      He glanced up from the report, his gaze unerringly landing on Katie again. When she’d mentioned her sauces earlier she’d lit up enough to nudge his curiosity. He’d got an assistant to track down a sample from that deli and bring it to the airport.

      ‘Are you hungry?’ he asked.

      She sent him a startled look, then swiftly averted her gaze. He watched with mild incredulity as yet another blush washed over her skin.

      ‘Katie,’ he mocked in a low voice, ‘you’re the one reading innuendo into everything I say.’

      He had to admit he found it both amusing and arousing. The fact that she was so aware of him was a kind of balm—because her effect on him wasn’t just arousing, it was irritating.

      ‘It’s the way you look when you say it,’ she grumbled, glancing back to shoot him daggers yet again.

      Hugely entertained, he cocked his head and muttered coyly, ‘Oh, I forgot…it’s my looks…’

      ‘You have no idea what it’s like for us mere mortals,’ she ground out.

      She didn’t think herself attractive? He arched his eyebrows at her and waited.

      ‘We’re invisible,’ she explained when she finally got sick of his silence.