and got a job in a paper shop. For the next four years you went from job to job, always behind a counter, always climbing a little higher, until three years ago you came to work at Gossways.
‘You sought a place on their training programme that leads to management, but Gossways refused, saying they take only college graduates. So you set out to prove them wrong. You worked hard, studied languages, badgered them. At last, impressed by your persistence and your splendid sales figures, they gave in, and offered you a place on the next programme. Humble shop assistant! You’re a formidable woman.’
‘Hey, I didn’t know all that,’ Lorenzo said.
‘Your brother has been asking Gossways Head Office about me,’ Heather explained. ‘Snooping.’
‘Gathering intelligence,’ Renato suggested.
‘Snooping,’ she said firmly. ‘And it was very rude.’
‘Yes, it was,’ Lorenzo said. ‘You don’t think I did anything like that, do you, darling?’
‘You didn’t think of it,’ Renato informed him scathingly.
Heather felt a sudden need to get away from the two men, so that she could breathe freely. ‘Excuse me, gentlemen,’ she said, rising.
She found the powder room and sat gazing at her own reflection in an ornate gilt mirror, wondering why the world always seemed to be the wrong way up. She was being wined and dined at the Ritz, by two attractive men who were giving her their whole attention. That should have made her a woman to be envied, and if she’d been alone with Lorenzo she would have thought so too.
But Renato Martelli made her very, very suspicious.
CHAPTER TWO
WHEN Heather was out of earshot Renato said, ‘My compliments. She’s charming.’
‘You really like her?’ Lorenzo asked.
‘Yes, I think she’s admirable. I admit that I expected a floozy, but she’s a lady, which must be a first for you. It’s time you settled down.’
‘Now wait,’ Lorenzo said hastily. ‘You’re rushing me. Why did you tell her I mentioned marriage?’
‘Because you did.’
‘I said if I was thinking about marriage it would be to someone like her. It’s a very big step.’
‘All the more reason to take it while you’re young enough to be influenced by a good woman.’
‘You didn’t.’
Renato gave a wolfish grin. ‘Apart from our mother no woman has ever influenced me.’
‘That’s not what I heard. Wasn’t her name Magdalena—? All right, all right,’ he finished hastily, looking at his brother’s expression.
‘Magdalena Conti didn’t influence me,’ Renato said coldly. ‘She merely taught me that permanent relationships are not for me. But it’s different with you. Beneath your irresponsible ways you have the makings of an excellent husband.’
‘Oh, no! I see your game. One of us has to marry and provide a Martelli heir, and you’ve cast me as the sacrificial lamb. Well, to hell with you, brother! You’re the eldest. You do it.’
‘Forget it. I’m past praying for.’
‘And you don’t want to give up your nice enjoyable life with all those accommodating ladies,’ Lorenzo said indignantly.
‘Fidelity has no charms for me,’ Renato admitted.
‘Why can’t Bernardo do the family duty? He’s our brother.’
‘Our half-brother. He carries our father’s blood but not his name, owing to the circumstances of his birth. Besides, he isn’t Mamma’s son, and his children wouldn’t be her grandchildren. No, it has to be one of us, and you’re the one who’s in love.’
‘Yes, but—’
‘Hush, she’s coming back. Don’t be a fool. Make sure of her while you can.’
They rose to greet Heather and Lorenzo kissed her hand. She’d recovered her poise and accepted his tribute with a smile, but inwardly she was still wary.
During the main course a number of visitors came to their table, all of whom eyed Heather curiously, and she began to be self conscious. It was like dipping a toe in shallow water and finding yourself swept away by a tidal wave. Something was happening here that she didn’t understand.
At last the visitors had all gone. As Heather was enjoying her chocolate mousse Renato said, ‘Lorenzo, I see Felipe di Stefano over there. He’s a man you need to speak to.’
When Lorenzo had gone they looked at each other. ‘I thought you’d appreciate the chance to tell me exactly what you think of me,’ Renato said.
‘If I did that we’d be here all night.’
He laughed. ‘Go on, say it.’
‘Where do I start? Where would it end? Your impertinence in checking up on me with my employers, and then this afternoon—Charles Smith never existed, did he?’
‘I’m afraid not.’
‘You were auditioning me, sizing me up to see if I was “suitable”.’
‘Certainly I was curious about the woman who’s made such an impression on my brother. If I’d told you who I was you wouldn’t have acted naturally. I wanted to see you when you weren’t trying to impress me.’
‘Your conceit is past belief. What makes you think I’d have been trying to impress you?’
‘I credit you with enough intelligence to know that you can’t marry my brother without impressing me first.’
‘Always assuming that I want to marry Lorenzo. I don’t think I do, not if it means being related to you.’
‘I admit I was a little clumsy. But perhaps you’ll forgive me when you hear what I have to say. I admired your behaviour greatly, especially when I abandoned the sale and you lost a large commission. You controlled yourself splendidly.’
‘You—did—that—on—purpose?’ she breathed.
‘Of course. And you passed with flying colours. Lorenzo tends to be emotional and impulsive. Your cool, northern efficiency will be good for him. My congratulations. You’ve gone the right way to earn my respect.’
‘And you’re going the right way to earn a chocolate mousse over your head,’ she threatened, not in the least appeased by these compliments. ‘You actually—you actually—?’
‘The lady has finished eating,’ Renato said to a waiter, hastily removing her plate with his own hands. ‘You may bring the coffee— No—’ He corrected himself on seeing the glint in Heather’s eyes. ‘Best leave the coffee until later.’
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