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By:Barbara Wallace


"Well..." She shifted so she could prop herself up on one elbow. "He  would either get condescending and make me feel like it was silly, or  he'd suggest it wasn't the kind of thing 'Mrs. Steven Clark' should be  doing."

The man was a bully. Nico was glad they'd put him in prison. Her ex  deserved to be locked up in a cell as lonely and sad as he'd made his  wife.

"He didn't deserve you. You know that."

"When we met, I thought I didn't deserve him."

A most foolish notion. If anything Steven Clark must have known from the  start that he'd discovered a treasure and that was why he'd insisted on  wrapping her up so tightly.

"What's sad is how I was so impressed by something that wasn't real. I  mean, all his power and breeding. Turned out he wasn't any better than  me."

"You were the better one," Nico said. "To begin with, you weren't a thief."

Louisa smiled. "Thanks, but I meant background-wise. He was just some  guy from the Midwest. His fancy family history was as phony as his  investment scheme. When I contacted the feds, the whole house of cards  came tumbling down. The only truly real thing that survived was the  palazzo." She nestled back against the curve of his neck, her hand  coming up to play with the edge of his shirt collar.                       
       
           



       

"Thank God, I never told him about the place or it would be gone, too."

Prison was too good for him. "The bastard is lucky he wasn't the one on your balcony," he muttered.

"Might have been interesting if he was. I think I'd have liked to see you throw him over."

"Satisfying, too," Nico said. Propping himself on an elbow, he smiled  down at her face. "What is it about you that incites me to violence?"

"I don't know."

Neither did he, and he'd been looking for the answer for the past few  weeks. All he knew was that the idea of Louisa hurting made him see red.  He wanted to punish Steven and the others for making her life so hard.

Come to think of it, Louisa made him feel a lot of strong emotions. He  didn't just want to kiss her, he wanted to kiss her senseless. And he  didn't want to enjoy her company, he wanted to spend every moment he  could spare with her.

Where on earth did these feelings come from? He'd never behaved this way around Floriana. Or anyone else for that matter.

Could it be that this-Louisa-was what he'd been missing all these years?

He turned on his side until they lay face-to-face. All it took was one  look into her blue eyes and his pulse started racing again. "Thank you,"  she whispered.

"You don't have to thank me for anything."

"But I do. Did you know," she asked as he freed a stray petal from her  hair, "that this past week was the first time in years that I've felt  like I truly belonged."

"I'm not surprised. Monte Calanetti loves you."

"No, Monte Calanetti loves you. I'm just lucky to have won approval from its favorite son."

"Oh, you have more than my approval, bella mia." She'd awakened a part  of him he didn't think existed and now it belonged to her forever.

Suddenly, his desire couldn't wait any longer. Slanting his mouth across  hers, he drank in her sweet taste. This-this-was perfection, he  realized. All these years he believed his soul was incomplete, it had  merely been in hibernation, waiting for his blonde American to move in  next door.

"Louisa, Louisa, Louisa," he chanted, his lips raining kisses down her throat. "I've waited for so long."

He paused when he reached the lace neckline blocking the rest of her  skin from exploration. The top button strained to be released. All it  would take was a flick of his fingers.

His hand hovered. The memory of her pushing him away at the royal wedding forced him to slow down. "Are you sure?"

Looking up, he saw eyes more black than blue, the pupils wide with  desire. Out of the corner of his own eye, he saw a shaky hand reaching  toward her blouse. She smiled, and a moment later, the button was  undone.

It was all the answer Nico needed and he crushed his mouth to hers.  Later, as his fingers made short work of the remaining buttons and as  Louisa breathed his name, he wondered if maybe it wasn't only Monte  Calanetti that was in love...

* * *

"You are a lying lie-face. I hope you know that."

What the heck? Louisa blinked at the nightstand clock and decided it was far too early to decipher what Dani meant.

"I just want you to know that I forgive you," her friend continued.

"Forgive me for what?" She brushed the hair from her eyes.

"For telling me nothing was going on between you and Nico, of course.  You're not going to keep insisting the two of you are only friends after  what we saw yesterday."

Louisa smiled, thinking about what Dani and the others hadn't seen. "No."

"Good. Because unless you let all your friends literally sweep you off  your feet, no one would believe you," Dani told her. "By the way, Rafe  and I completely understand why the two of you wanted to keep things  private for a while. Especially given the circumstances."

"Thank you." No sense explaining how she and Nico weren't together until  yesterday. Like Dani said, after the way she'd kissed him in the plaza,  no one would believe her anyway.

Nico had swept her off her feet, hadn't he? In more ways than one. Her stomach dropped a little at that.

He's not Steven. This was a different kind of affair.

"Louisa, are you there?"

She yawned and pushed herself to a sitting position. "I'm here," she said, pulling the sheet up.

"Good. I was afraid Nico might be distracting you."

"Nico isn't here. He went to see how the harvest was going." I'll wake  you when I get back, he'd whispered upon kissing her cheek. So much for  that fantasy. Maybe she could pretend to be asleep. "Is there a reason  you're calling this early," she asked, "or did you just want to call me a  liar?"                       
       
           



       

"I have your sandals. You left them in the plaza, in case you were  looking for them." Oh, right. Now that she thought about it, Louisa  didn't remember Nico getting his shoes either. Definitely wouldn't be  able to sell the idea of friends.

"Thank you," she replied, sheepishly.

"Also now that the festival is over, Rafe wants our economic development  committee to start meeting in earnest. Can you ask Nico if he's  available next Tuesday morning, since you'll probably see him before any  of the rest of us will?"

Wow, the little blonde was really enjoying this wasn't she? Louisa shook  her head, despite Dani's not being able to see her. "I'll try to track  him down."

As if on cue, no sooner did she speak than the bedroom door opened and  Nico strolled in wearing a shirt that should have been tossed several  washes ago as it was at least a size too small. The fabric clung to his  biceps and flat stomach.

When he saw her sitting up, he gave an exaggerated pout. "Dani," she  mouthed. Her breath was too short to talk anyway. That shirt left  nothing to the imagination, especially to a woman who knew exactly what  lay beneath the cotton.

She watched him putter around the bedroom only half listening while Dani  talked on about the meeting. Finally, guessing that a pause meant the  conversation had ended, Louisa told Dani she had to go.

"What did Dani want?" Nico asked, when she tossed the phone aside.

"To give me grief for not telling her about our affair."

"But we weren't having an affair until..."

"I know," she replied. "And you didn't think people believed the tabloids."

"People will definitely believe them now," he commented. Hard to call them liars, that was for sure. "Does it bother you?"

He looked so serious, standing there smoothing the wrinkled duvet.  "Don't have much of a choice now, do I?" she replied. "I mean, the time  to object would have been before I kissed you, and if I recall..."

She rolled onto her stomach, and hugged his pillow beneath her, grinning  to herself at how the movement left her shoulders and back exposed. "As  I recall, I wasn't doing all that much objecting at the time."

"That is true. I did not hear an objection," he replied. To her  surprise, however, his smile didn't last. "I hope I don't hear one  today."

An odd question considering she lay naked in his bed. "What could I possibly object to? That yesterday wasn't perfect enough?"

"This."

* * *

Louisa sat up as Nico pulled a rolled-up newspaper from the back of his  waistband. The pages had been folded to a gossip column. Near the bottom  of the page, she saw a brief mention of her holding court at the  harvest festival with her latest millionaire boyfriend. Two lines. No  more. Her fifteen minutes of notoriety was fading. A weight lifted from  her shoulders.