me to go back to bed and try harder to get some sleep. That’s when I said, I can’t.’
‘How old were you at the time, Lily?’
‘About nine or ten.’
‘Being away from home at that age would be bound to make most children anxious. I’m sure you weren’t alone in feeling that.’
She frowned. ‘The other girls in my room didn’t seem to have a problem. The thing is... I should have been braver. I felt like such an idiot.’
‘You were no such thing,’ Bastian said firmly. ‘You were just a child. Anyway, I don’t doubt your teacher’s comment helped you because you remembered it. Perhaps you’re more determined to overcome your fears now, yes?’
‘I’d like to think so.’
‘It seems to me that a lack of belief in yourself is what hurts you the most, Lily.’
‘How do you know so much about me when we’ve only just met?’
Her near-whispered response was tentative. And even the air around them just then felt as if it was holding its breath, loaded as it was with a peculiar kind of danger that only they knew the reason for. Bastian was quite aware that the inevitable discussion that loomed was as potentially threatening as a hand grenade thrown into the room.
‘Mind if I change my mind about that drink you offered?’ he asked.
‘Not at all—what would you like?’
‘A cup of coffee would be good. Black, one sugar.’
‘I’ll see to it. Why don’t you sit down?’
He elected to sit in the armchair, judging it to be safer than the couch after what had happened before. But his mouth was dry as sand as he waited for her to return with their drinks, and he still didn’t know what he was going to say.
How could he explain the reason for what had seemed inevitable as soon their eyes had met?
Besides, Lily was not simply some pretty young woman he’d had an inconsequential tumble with that he could put down to experience and quickly forget. Their connection had gone way deeper than that, and as a consequence she had really got into his blood...
‘Here you are. I hope I haven’t made it too strong for you?’
Carrying both their drinks over to the generous-sized occasional table, his hostess turned one of the mugs towards him then sat down on the sofa.
‘Grazie.’ Smiling, he took a sip. ‘Perfetto...you have made it just how I like it.’
Sounding relieved, she murmured, ‘I’m glad. So, how did your business trip go?’
She was just making small-talk, but she couldn’t disguise her tension and Bastian easily detected it. Coming to a sudden decision, he returned his mug to the table. Then, drawing the back of his hand across his lips, he leant forward to meet her gaze candidly.
‘We won’t waste any more time talking about my trip. You and I both know we have to discuss what happened before I left,’
Of all the scenarios she’d imagined for when her charismatic landlord returned, Lily had not envisaged him being so blunt. As if to heighten her predicament, an unhelpful wave of nausea rolled through her just then. The strong scent of the herbal tea she’d made seemed to be making her feel queasy.
Returning the offending brew to the table, she sat back in her seat and folded her arms across her waist. She wasn’t showing yet, but in a couple more months she would be. Her breasts already felt noticeably heavier.
Lifting her gaze, she carefully examined her companion. How could she have forgotten for even a second how handsome he was? With his curling dark hair, seductive long-lashed brown eyes and the fit, muscular body that was clearly no stranger to working the land, she could tell his occupation had helped to make him fit and strong. In another age he would have been in demand to sit for any of the great artists or sculptors, she was sure...
‘I don’t know quite what you’re expecting me to say, Signor Carrera...’
There was a flash of amusement in his dark eyes at her formal address. ‘So we’re back on landlord and tenant terms, are we? I’m asking if you’ve had any further thoughts about what happened between us...or have you assumed we’ll carry on as though nothing remotely out of the ordinary happened at all?’
Lily didn’t have a prayer of behaving as if the memory didn’t disturb her. She’d sensed the heat rise in her cheeks the instant she’d realised her unexpected caller wasn’t Alberto but instead his compellingly attractive son. Many times she’d fantasised about what she would say when she saw him again, but now she was tongue-tied and awkward. Particularly because she yet had to tell him about the far-reaching consequences of their brief but unplanned afternoon of pleasure.
‘I’m not saying we should act as if nothing happened. To tell you the truth, we can’t.’
‘What do you mean?’
Her insides were churning with crazy feelings of hope mingled with anxiety. Seeing Bastian again, the last thing...the very last thing she could do was pretend indifference to the situation.
‘Are you trying to tell me that there’s someone else on the scene? Is that why you want to forget about what happened?’
The affront in his voice took her aback. Tucking a stray strand of pale gold hair back into her bun, from where it had drifted free, it wasn’t easy to keep her hands from trembling.
‘There isn’t anyone else...and I can hardly forget what happened when—’
‘When what?’ He leant forward, his hands on his knees as if he were immediately ready to spring to his feet and confront anything he found remotely disagreeable.
Understandably nervous, her heart racing like a greyhound’s as it came out of the trap, Lily lifted her head and bravely met the Italian’s glowering stare.
This was no time to give way to fear, she told herself.
‘When I find myself expecting your baby.’
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