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Nico did his best to look annoyed at his best friend, but the heat in  his cheeks killed the effort. "Checking to see how much progress they  are making, that is all."

"Not as much as there would be if you waited longer than thirty seconds between looks," Rafe replied.

He inclined his head to where the women were laughing and topping up  their wineglasses. "It's all right, you know. She's a beautiful woman."

"Who? Your wife?"

"Of course, my wife. But I'm talking about Louisa. I saw the photograph of the two of you in the newspaper. Very romantic."

"We were at a wedding. Everything about weddings looks romantic."

"This was different. You were looking at her like..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," his friend replied honestly. "I've never seen you look at a woman that way."

Perhaps because he'd never met a woman like Louisa before. "She's different," he said.

"Because she's an American. They have a different kind of energy about them. It's very...captivating."

Captivating was a good word. He felt as though he was under a spell at  times, what with the uncharacteristic moods he'd been experiencing. He  could feel his friend's eyes on him. "It's not what you think," he said.

"You aren't attracted to her?"

"Of course I am attracted. Have you looked at her?"

"Then it is exactly what I think. And, if that picture is to believed,  the feeling is mutual. And yet the two of you..." His friend set down  the foam block he was holding to give Nico a serious look. "You are not  together. Since when do you not pursue an interested woman?"

"I told you, Louisa is different." Other women hadn't been traumatized  by an emotionally abusive Prince Charming. "She's not the kind of woman  you toy with."

"So don't toy."

Rafe made it sound so easy. Problem was Nico wasn't sure he could do  anything else. "Not everyone is made for commitment like you are, my  friend."

A warm hand clapped his shoulder. "What happened with Floriana was a long time ago. People change."

"Sometimes. Sometimes they don't." More often than not, they were like  his parents, repeating the same mistakes over and over. With everything  she'd been through, Louisa deserved better. "I've already broken the  heart of one good woman," he said.

"And haven't you punished yourself enough for it?" His friend squeezed his shoulder. "You can't be afraid to try again."                       
       
           



       

Nico wasn't afraid, he was trying to be kind. Rafe meant well, but he  didn't know everything. There were secrets Nico couldn't share with  anyone.

Almost anyone, he amended, eyes looking at Louisa. He'd certainly shared about his parents.

It was a moot point anyway. "You are assuming the decision is 100  percent mine to make," he said. "Louisa is the one who is not  interested. It was Louisa's choice to keep our relationship platonic."  If she went through with selling the palazzo, they wouldn't even have  that.

"That's too bad."

"Yes, it is." Why lie about his disappointment? He watched as Louisa  laughed with her friends. She had her hair pulled back, and there was  purple staining her fingers. Beautiful. Seeing her relaxed made him  happy.

"But," Nico said, "you can't force emotions." If anyone knew that, it was him.

His cell phone rang, saving him from any further rebuttals. "About  time," he said as the caller ID popped onto the screen. "It's Ryan," he  told Rafe. "You tell my sister she better have a good reason for  skipping out on her own party. The rest of us have been here for hours  working on this float."

Ryan's reply came back garbled. The building and its terrible service. "Say it again?" he asked.

"I said, would a girl be a good enough excuse?"

"What do you mean 'a girl'?" Nico straightened at Ryan's announcement. "Are you talking about a real girl, as in-?"

"A baby, yes." His brother-in-law gave a breathy laugh. "The most  beautiful girl you'll ever see. Seven pounds, nine ounces and as perfect  as her mother."

Nico's jaw dropped. He didn't know what to say. "Congratulations!" he finally managed to get out.

No sooner did he speak than Rafe nudged him with an elbow. "Baby?" he  asked. Nico nodded, setting off a small cheer in the garage.  Immediately, both Dani and Louisa dropped what they were doing to join  Rafe by his side. "Boy or girl?" Louisa asked.

"A girl," he whispered back. It was hard to believe his baby sister was a  mother herself. "How is Marianna?" he asked Ryan. "Is she all right?"

"She's fantastic. Amazing. When you see what a woman goes through to give birth..." Admiration laced every word Ryan said.

Nico felt a pang of jealousy in the face of such love and devotion. His  eyes sought Louisa, who waited for details with folded hands pressed to  her lips and eyes turned sapphire with anticipation. Like everyone else,  her emotions showed on her face. Everyone but him, that was. His  insides were numb as he struggled to process Ryan's news.

The gulf that separated him from others in the world widened. See? He wanted to tell Rafe. People don't always change.

He certainly hadn't.





CHAPTER NINE

MARIANNA WORE MOTHERHOOD as though it was a designer dress. Sitting on  the living room sofa of her villa, wearing pajamas and a terry cloth  robe, she'd never looked lovelier. Every time she looked down at the  bundle sleeping in the bassinet, her face glowed with contentment. "We  named her Rosabella," she said to Louisa, who was sitting next to her.  "Rosa for short."

"She's beautiful," Louisa said. As peaceful as an angel, her little lips  parted in slumber. It was all Louisa could do not to run her finger  along a downy cheek.

"The nurses said not to be fooled by how much she's sleeping," she said.  "In a day or two she'll be wanting to nurse all the time."

"Then we'll be wishing she'd sleep," Ryan added. He looked as smitten as his wife.

"What do you mean, we? I'm going to be the one doing all the work. You'll probably just roll over and go back to sleep."

"Ah, amore mio, you know I'd help nurse if I could. It would let me bond with the baby."

"Then it's a good thing I bought you this," Louisa said, reaching for  the pastel pink gift bag she'd set on the floor. She'd almost said "we."  Living and working with Nico the past week had her thinking of them as a  pair.

"A breast pump!" Marianna announced with what could almost be described  as evil glee. "Thank you, Louisa; it's perfect. Looks like you'll be  able to bond with the baby after all, amore mio."

"Yes, Louisa," Ryan said, much less enthusiastically. "It's exactly what we needed."

They were both exaggerating for effect. From the moment he'd learned of  the pregnancy, Ryan had been determined to be as active a father as  possible. Louisa had no doubt he would be awake every time no matter who  did the actual feeding. She looked over at Nico, to see what he was  thinking. The man had barely said a word since their arrival. In fact,  he'd been unusually quiet since Ryan had called to announce little  Rosa's arrival. Currently, he stood next to the bassinet, staring down  at the sleeping baby.                       
       
           



       

"She's so tiny," he said.

"Not for long," Marianna replied. "She's got her father's appetite. Would you like to hold her, Uncle Nico?"

At his sister's suggestion, Nico paled. "I wouldn't want to wake her..."

"You won't, and if she does wake up, she'll probably fall right back to  sleep. The little angel has had a busy couple of days. Haven't you,  Rosa?" Adoration beaming from every feature of his face, Ryan ran the  back of his finger along his daughter's cheek. "You might as well get  used to being hands-on," he said to Nico. "No way is your sister going  to let you get out of babysitting."

"Absolutely. With Angelo living in the States and Ryan's family in  Australia, you're the only family she has in Monte Calanetti. Now hold  her. I want a photo for her baby album."

"Better do what your sister says," Ryan said.

The vintner's face was the picture of anxiety as Ryan placed the  swaddled baby in Nico's arms. Looking as if he'd rather be doing  anything else, he balanced Rosa's head in the palm of one hand while the  other held her bottom.

"She's not a bottle of wine," Marianna admonished. "Hold her close. And  smile. I don't want her first memory of her uncle to be that he's a  grouch."