He knew well enough how much personal space was valued. The lad nodded solemnly and Liev wished he could reach him, tell him he knew how he felt.
‘Billy will stand with you for a photo,’ offered Nick.
‘Just one.’ Billy spoke and finally made eye contact with him. As he looked into the eyes of his youth, he could feel the warmth of Bianca’s presence, keeping him from sliding back to the nightmare of those days.
‘Billy’s been here on and off with his family for three years,’ said Bianca softly. ‘Just one photo is all we need, Billy. Thanks.’
* * *
Bianca watched as the photographer took the photo, cajoling Billy to pose for at least one more. Then the interviewer asked them questions and Billy slipped away, melting effortlessly into the background. She could feel each question making Liev more tense, more closed off.
The next question was fired at him. ‘You haven’t had a good childhood yourself, I understand?’
She saw Liev glance at Billy, where he lingered in the shadows, as if he’d forgotten everything else, and Bianca’s heart reached out to Liev and the boy he had once been. A boy just like Billy.
‘I was twelve when my parents died. They’d lost everything in a bad business deal and I had nobody, no choice but to live on the streets of St Petersburg.’
Billy stepped back out of the shadows and looked at Liev, making eye contact, which this time seemed full of healthy respect.
‘How did you get where you are now?’ the interviewer asked, obviously intrigued by the connection between Liev and the boy. Just as she was.
‘I did anything I could.’
Billy nodded at this, approving of what he was hearing. Bianca wanted to know more, but sensed Liev’s caution. This was an interview, after all, and she didn’t want him baring his soul, giving away his deepest secrets. She would have to find another way to discover what really lay behind that comment, because right now she wanted nothing more than to protect his past.
‘I’d have given anything for a place like this,’ Liev continued, but she could hear the caution in his tone. ‘The place I stayed in for five years was much tougher.’
Bianca was aware of notes being made. She’d thought bringing him here would be good, that she’d be able to play on the bad-boy-makes-good image the press loved, but right now she felt as if she’d lost Liev to that past.
‘Thank you, gentlemen,’ she cut in efficiently, ending the interview. ‘I think you have enough now.’
Billy had gone. Disappeared from sight. Was that how Liev had lived? Was that why she couldn’t find out anything about him?
Liev turned to look at her, his eyes harder than she’d ever seen them before. She met his gaze, matching his fury. This was exactly the sort of promotion that would achieve all the open doors he craved. Had he really expected to keep everything he’d ever done quiet and away from prying eyes?
‘You should have warned me what today was all about.’ His words were gentle enough, but she didn’t miss the sharp edge to them.
‘What did you expect, Liev? More red-carpet shots? That’s not the way to the hearts of New York society.’ The brittle edge to her response was born out of disappointment and despair. She really needed that bracelet, and the sooner, the better. She pinned all her hopes on this interview. This was exactly the right thing, but somehow it had softened her heart even more to him. She’d seen something raw and profound within him as he’d spoken, all the while looking at Billy.
‘I said I didn’t want my past used.’
‘This is my personal charity, Liev, and the interview you’ve just given will benefit Billy and all the other kids here as much as you.’
* * *
Liev was seeing a new side to Bianca, one that banished his first impression of her being a spoilt princess firmly from his mind. Her motives for helping him, just for a bracelet, didn’t add up, but he’d get to the bottom of that whilst they were away.
She intrigued him and he wanted to know more. Much more.
‘You surprise me,’ he said, trying to rein in his thoughts.
‘Because I’m not the spoilt little rich girl you thought I was?’ The spike of fury in her words was clear, as was the glitter of anger in her eyes.
‘There’s more to you than you let people know and I hope that over the next weekend we will both get to know one another better.’
‘You make it sound as if it’s more...’ He saw her hesitancy in her face. ‘Like a lovers’ holiday.’
‘That is exactly what it is supposed to appear, and if you get it right, Bianca, and the engagement exclusive works, it could be the last time you will have to endure my company.’
‘It will work,’ she said firmly. ‘Email me the details.’
BIANCA WAS STILL reeling with the shock over Liev’s romantic getaway plans as the yacht arrived at a private island in the Bahamas. Not only had he set up the exclusive interview and photoshoot, but he’d whisked her away to the most romantic setting of white sands, blue sea and endless sunshine. A lovers’ paradise, one that should feel as good as a prison, trapping her with him and the ever-increasing desire she felt for him. It could be the warmth of the sun, or the relaxing time on the yacht along with champagne, but she didn’t feel that in the least.
‘How did you manage to set this up?’ She took the hand he offered her and stepped onto the wooden jetty, glad she could hide her shock behind sunglasses. ‘And find this idyllic setting?’
‘With all the current interest in our engagement, an exclusive wasn’t hard to negotiate, especially when I invited them to my secluded island home.’ The drawl of his voice was soft and incredibly sexy and she wondered if the sun had already gone to her head; then what he actually said finally registered.
‘Your island?’
‘Is that something you hadn’t found out about me, Bianca?’ He didn’t let her hand go. Instead he pulled her closer and she went willingly, moving so close until she was almost pressing herself against his body. ‘Maybe being here will allow us both to discover more about each other.’
‘Not with a magazine shoot going on.’ She laughed softly, hardly able to understand just how she already felt so relaxed being here with him. What would it be like if they were here for no other reason than to get to know one another? The thought sent a sizzle of excitement zipping around her and she sighed in relief knowing that photographers and their assistants would invade any peace they had, that they wouldn’t be as alone as it first appeared.
‘That is not happening until Saturday morning.’ He looked intently into her eyes and she almost forgot herself, almost melted completely against him.
‘Saturday morning! But it’s only Friday now. We can’t stay here alone together until then.’
‘We
