Having the Frenchman's Baby. Rebecca Winters
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THE BRIDES OF BELLA LUCIA
A family torn apart by secrets, reunited by marriage
When William Valentine returned from the war, as a testament to his love for his beautiful Italian wife, Lucia, he opened the first Bella Lucia restaurant in London.
The future looked bright, and William had, he thought, the perfect family.
Now William is nearly ninety, and not long for this world, but he has three top London restaurants with prime spots throughout Knightsbridge and the West End. He has two sons, John and Robert, and grown-up grandchildren on both sides of the Atlantic who are poised to take this small gastronomic success story into the twenty-first century.
But when William dies, and the family fights to control the destiny of the Bella Lucia business, they discover a multitude of long-buried secrets, scandals, the threat of financial ruin and, ultimately, two great loves they hadn’t even dreamed of: the love of a lifelong partner, and the love of a family reunited.
Read the first two books of this compelling new miniseries, and meet twin sisters Rachel Valentine, in Having the Frenchman’s Baby
by Rebecca Winters,
and Rebecca Valentine, in Coming Home to the Cowboy by Patricia Thayer.
Having The Frenchman’s Baby
Rebecca Winters
THE BRIDES OF BELLA LUCIA
A family torn apart by secrets, reunited by marriage
There’s double the excitement in August—meet twins Rebecca and Rachel Valentine
Having the Frenchman’s Baby—Rebecca Winters Coming Home to the Cowboy—Patricia Thayer (available from Silhouette Romance®)
Then join Emma Valentine as she gets a royal welcome in September
The Rebel Prince—Raye Morgan
Take a trip to the Outback and meet Jodie this October
Wanted: Outback Wife—Ally Blake
On cold November nights catch up with newcomer Daniel Valentine
Married Under the Mistletoe—Linda Goodnight
Snuggle up with sexy Jack Valentine over Christmas
Crazy about the Boss—Teresa Southwick
In the New Year join Melissa as she heads off to a desert kingdom
The Nanny and the Sheikh—Barbara McMahon
And don’t miss the thrilling end to the Valentine saga in February
The Valentine Bride—Liz Fielding
This book is dedicated to Kim, who has always believed in me and my ideas.
Everyone should be so lucky.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ONE
WHEN Rachel saw a silver Maserati careen around the bend of the narrow road and head straight for her, she yanked the steering wheel to the right, praying to avoid a collision.
To her shock, the dark-haired, Italian-looking driver slowed down and waved, as if to thank her for getting out of his way.
“You lunatic!” she shouted at him, and received a white smile for her effort before he cruised on.
Craning her neck out the window, she cried, “Lunatic!” But he’d sped up again and was out of sight before she could get her rental car started again.
The incident had left her so weak, it took a minute before she felt composed enough to continue on.
Within five minutes she arrived in the little town of Thann, France, and found the hotel where she would be staying for the night.
Before she freshened up and went out again, she had an important call to make. But the fear of her twin sister’s rejection always put a knot in her stomach.
Their estrangement had gone on for too many years. It was a tragic situation Rachel wanted to fix if she could find the courage. Maybe this phone call could be the first step.
Yesterday was the anniversary of their mother’s death. Normally Rachel would have flown to New York to put flowers on the grave, but this year her work prevented it.
To her relief the sexton at the cemetery agreed to accept the florist’s delivery and place the flowers against the headstone.
If Rebecca had been able to visit the cemetery, she could tell Rachel if she’d seen the flowers. After six rings she heard, “Rachel?”
So her sister was in New York…
“Hello, Rebecca.” She swallowed hard. “I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to reach you.”
“I’ve been in Wyoming, and only came here briefly on business. What is it?”
“H-how are you?”
“I’m okay.” Was her twin’s voice shaking too? Or had Rachel just imagined it. “And you?”
“I’m okay too.” She bit her lip. This wasn’t going well. It never went well. “By any chance did you notice some flowers on Mother’s grave yesterday?”
“If you mean the potted rose tree, then yes.”
“Oh, good.”
After a tension-filled silence, “Is that all you wanted to know?”
Rachel clutched the receiver tighter. No…it wasn’t all, but she didn’t know where to begin.
“Look, Rachel, I’m in kind of a hurry and have to go.”
She nodded. “So do I.”
“Where are you?” Rebecca asked at the last second.
“France.”
“Then I guess I should say au revoir.”
Tears stung her eyes. “Goodbye, Rebecca.”
After her harrowing ordeal on the road a half-hour ago, this pain was all she needed.
Wiping her eyes, she got up to wash her face. Once she felt a little calmer, she went down to the front desk.
“Could you please tell me which vineyard is the best in the area?”
Without hesitation the concierge said, “That would be the Domaine Chartier et Fils, mademoiselle.
“If you take the road west from the town center and follow it three miles, you will come upon a fifteenth-century convent which has been owned by the Chartier family for generations. You can’t miss it.”
Rachel thanked him and went out to her car parked on one of the quaint side streets.
Thousands of tourists flocked to Alsace, the