“You brutalized me,” he accused harshly. A thumb scooped the tears from her cheeks without tenderness. And the sickness threatened to overwhelm her. Hastily she brought her hand to her mouth and swallowed back the hard lump in her throat. Giovanni’s breath hissed in through his teeth, his merciless eyes flashing a spine-chilling warning that rooted her to the spot. “So you think you’re suffering!” he mocked. “You don’t even know you’re born! But you will soon.”
And she saw the raw anger in him, the sense of injustice he bore her as though he’d been brooding for all the intervening years and planning revenge. Nervously she looked around, hoping to catch the eye of a passerby and evade Giovanni, but the street was empty. In any case, she knew her only hope was to make him go. If he stayed for any length of time, even if there was a restraining order on him, he’d find out about Adriana.
Her heart lurched with sheer horror at the prospect. She had to shield Adriana from Giovanni, or he’d move heaven and earth to take her away. And the bewildered Adriana would scream and cry and he wouldn’t give a damn.
A sense of tender protectiveness engulfed her at the horrible scenario. It must never happen. She’d make sure Giovanni left. Now.
Her head snapped up, her mouth tight with determination. “You’re crazy to come here!” she said coldly. “You’ll be recognized at any moment! Given half a chance, folks here’ll tar and feather you!”
“And you?” he said, in a sinister tone.
“I’d be selling the brushes,” she said curtly. “You really don’t appreciate how strongly some folks feel. They have long memories.”
“So do I,” he said quietly, his eyes raking her body. And in the wake of his appraisal there came a sudden heat that radiated over her skin and made her suck in a breath sharply. “Memories that make me desire…action.”
“Like what?” she asked huskily, and foolishly, before she knew it, she’d responded to the sudden dryness of her lips by licking them. She scowled, hoping to cover up her giveaway reaction.
Giovanni smiled faintly but didn’t answer the question. “You really think there’s still bad feelings in Eternity about me?” he asked casually. “Even after all this time?”
“I know there is,” she said in a low tone. Go! She pleaded with her eyes. Go and leave us all alone!
Unperturbed, he shifted his weight against the low parapet of the bridge and folded his arms confidently. “Bad feeling,” he mused. “That’s awkward.”
“Why?” she asked warily.
“Because I’m coming back to live here,” he replied with a pleasant smile, and walked off in the direction of her apartment while she stood staring at his retreating back in horror.
CHAPTER TWO
IT WAS A DREAM. A nightmare. But Tina saw the tall resolute figure in the cool cream suit turn to give her a mockingly seductive smile, and she knew from the hot spilling of hormones into her bloodstream that this was cold reality.
She could ignore the come-on and be safe. Walk away, get on with her day. Her finger slicked over the perspiration on her upper lip as she dismissed that choice.
Adriana’s welfare came first. The last thing she wanted was for Giovanni to find out that she and her grandfather weren’t alone anymore. Tina’s heart thudded in alarm. If he was insensitive enough to hang around, he’d hear everything there was to know.
Adriana needed stability more than anything. Tina hoped she’d provided that. Love and attention, laughter and understanding had filled the small apartment, and she and her grandfather were devoted to Adriana. Without her, their lives would be less full, less rewarding. Tina let her eyes close, dreading the thought of losing her. They were family. Giovanni was an outsider, however closely he might be bound by blood to Adriana.
If he should assert his rights and demand access—or even custody—it would be unbearable. The days would be too empty. They’d gotten into the habit of washing one another’s hair, curling up on the sofa with their eyes glued to some weepie on TV and trying out new recipes together.
What would Giovanni make of the trivial things that gave Adriana such pride? That neatly sewn apron, the final pom-pom on the knitted hat, the poem learned by heart…. She knew what milestones they were. Gio didn’t. And Adriana would be hurt by his lack of praise and bewildered at being torn from her familiar, much-loved surroundings and the safe rituals.
Tina thought of her parents, devoting themselves to their teaching jobs in Puerto Rico, and how badly she missed her mother. Adriana had helped to fill that need for another female in the house who was close to her heart, someone to receive the huge amounts of love she needed to give to others.
But stupidly she’d forgotten Gio’s rights. When she’d committed herself so completely to caring for Adriana, it had never crossed her mind that he’d come back to Eternity.
Her worried eyes focused on his striding figure. He was an inveterate liar. Perhaps his threat that he was intending to live in the town had been spite and nothing else. For Adriana, for her own peace of mind, she must make every effort to make sure he left Eternity before he talked to anyone.
Her body jerked into motion and she began to run, stumbling at first because her legs seemed to have lost their strength, and then finally catching up with him in a burst of fury and panic.
“Giovanni!” she panted, jogging along beside him while his long strides covered the ground rapidly. “You’re bluffing, aren’t you?” she asked anxiously. “You mean to drive off—”
“No.” He glanced down at her briefly, a flash of triumph in his eyes. “I’m not.”
“But why come here, of all places in the world?” she asked, a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach.
“For one thing,” he said evenly, “I mean to persuade the folks around here to give me a different kind of character from the one you and your dear friend Beth landed me with.”
“Beth?” She felt relieved that Beth was safely out of harm’s way in Boston. But she was her ex-friend now. Giovanni’s two-timing and the trial had killed their lifelong friendship stone dead. “How do you intend arranging that?” she asked with a worried frown.
“I have a very carefully thought-out plan,” he said smoothly. “Time hangs heavily in jail. One has to do something to keep amused.”
She flushed. “Gio, this is unrealistic. You can’t come here to settle down! You’re behaving like…like a cartoon character!”
“Well, this is my fantasy and I’m making it happen,” Giovanni said in mild sarcasm.
“Don’t you have any concern for what I’d feel seeing you walking the streets? Or Grandpa?” she asked angrily.
“It’s worth a little pain to get what you want,” he said quietly.
Her shoulders drooped, her body slumping in distress, and she fell back a step or two. If he meant he wanted to give her pain, he was succeeding already. Grandpa would be hurt when he saw Gio, the man
