whom she hadn’t seen for six weeks. Her sister had developed an interest in fashion and modeling at an early age and that hadn’t changed.
Alessandra led a different life altogether. She couldn’t remember when she didn’t have an interest in the archaeology of this region of Italy. The island castle itself was built on an ancient archaeological site. Since college she’d been involved in several multidisciplinary studies in the field of archaeology within a Mediterranean perspective, with particular emphasis on Southern Italy.
Without being able to scuba dive, she could never have achieved her dream to do the necessary underwater work with friends she’d made among the archaeological staff at the University of Catania. Scuba diving wasn’t for everyone. Dea couldn’t understand her passion for it, but it didn’t matter because their parents approved and supported both her and Dea in their individual endeavors.
After a shower and shampoo, she blow-dried her hair, then dressed in pleated tan pants and an ivory-colored linen blouse. With an application of coral frost lipstick, she left the room on khaki wedgies and went in search of her parents. They’d married for love and were very close. Unlike many couples, they did everything together whether it was for business or pleasure. Though Alessandra had never discussed it with Dea, their parents’ happy marriage had been the ultimate role model for both sisters.
On the way to their apartment she saw Liona, the wiry housekeeper who’d come to work for them at eighteen and had been with them ever since. She was like another member of the family and ran the large staff with precision.
“If you’re looking for your mamma, she left for Taranto two days ago to help your aunt, who fell and broke her hip.”
“Oh, no! Poor Fulvia.”
“She’ll be all right, but your mother will probably be gone for a few more days.”
“I need to call them.”
They started down the staircase together. “I’m glad you’re back. You know how your father worries.”
Liona was the one who worried about Alessandra. She thought scuba diving was dangerous. Alessandra gave her a hug. “It’s good to see you. How’s Alfredo?” Liona’s cat had been sick.
“The vet says he’s getting old and shouldn’t go up and down stairs.”
“I’ll help carry him for you.”
“Bless you. Did you have any luck on this last diving trip?”
“I wish.”
“Oh, well. Another time. Are you hungry? I’ll tell the cook.”
“Please don’t bother her. I’ll find something to eat later. Thanks, Liona.”
She hurried toward her father’s office, wondering if the male visitor was still with him, then scoffed with impatience because the man was on her mind at all.
“Ciao, Papà.”
“Alessandra!” Her grayish blond father stood up from his desk and hugged her. “You were gone too long this time.”
“It was only a week.”
“We always miss you. Did you have a good time?”
“Yes, even if we didn’t find anything of significance.” She walked around to sit in one of the leather chairs facing his desk. “I’d much rather know about you and mom. Liona told me Zia Fulvia broke her hip and Mom went to Taranto to help her.”
He nodded. “Your aunt will make a full recovery. Your mother could be back tomorrow.”
“Oh, good. So tell me what else has been happening while I’ve been away.”
His brows lifted. “Something unexpected. I’m glad you’re back so we can talk. More than anyone else I want your input because you have a fine mind.”
“I got it from you and Mamma.” Her comment produced a chuckle. So maybe her assumption had been right. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with the man I saw in the foyer earlier this evening, would it?”
He cocked his head. “Actually it would. When did you see him?”
“I’d just come in the castle when he spoke to me.”
“Did he introduce himself to you?”
“No. It wasn’t like that. On my way up the staircase he mistook me for Dea before he headed for your office, that’s all.”
Her father nodded. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Her face is everywhere.”
“Papà—” She smiled at him. “Are you pretending with me?”
“About what?”
“Was he here because of her?”
The count blinked. “Not that I know of.”
“Oh.” She needed to keep her thoughts to herself. “Who is he?”
He smiled. “If you didn’t live in your world of books and ancient underwater artifacts, you would have recognized him as the CEO of Italy’s most powerful engineering dynasty, Rinieri Montanari.”
She stirred in the chair. “Of course I recognize the Montanari name. Who wouldn’t?” It explained the man’s aura of authority.
Her father sat back and touched the tips of his fingers together. “His family has accumulated great wealth. He’s the brilliant one driving the company to new heights. A week ago he made an appointment to come and see me about a business proposition.”
“That sounds interesting.”
“I’ll give you a little background. Night before last he was on the news following the European Congress of Businessmen held in Rome. I saw the gleam in his eyes. He said he had secret plans to grow the economy. Today we talked and arranged for him to come back tomorrow to get into the details.”
He’d aroused her curiosity. “What is he after?”
“He’d like to drill for oil on our property.”
Alessandra shifted in the chair. “He and dozens of others who’ve wanted the same thing for the last half century,” she muttered. “Since he knows it’s not for sale, why is he coming back?”
“This man is different from all the others. He wants to lease the land.”
Lease? “Are you considering letting him?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
“Wow.”
Her father eyed her curiously. “Why do you say that?”
“I thought our property was inviolate.”
“Leasing isn’t the same thing as selling.”
“You’re right.”
“Alessandra,
