throat and hurried on, not understanding why his eyes had seemed to narrow when she’d said that. All she’d been trying to do had been to make him feel welcome. ‘I take it that you’re in Italy to visit your grandmother?’
‘That’s right. Quite a coincidence, isn’t it?’ His tone was so silky that Maggie just managed not to shiver once again when she felt the vibrations from it dancing across her skin.
‘Coincidence?’ she repeated, trying to get a grip on herself.
‘That we should both be in Italy at the same time, visiting our grandmothers, of course.’ He gave the slightest shrug but his eyes were cold. ‘Although I’m not a great believer that things happen purely by chance, I’m afraid.’
He opened the salon door, leaving her no opportunity to question what he’d meant. However, several times throughout the evening Maggie found her thoughts returning to that comment he’d made. She had her suspicions as to why Luke Fabrizzi had been invited that night, but surely he couldn’t have guessed that there might have been an ulterior motive to the invitation?
Frankly, it was a relief when dinner was over and Nonna announced that she was going to bed because it meant that the evening could be brought to a close. However, the old lady insisted that Luke should stay for coffee so Maggie had no choice but to play hostess even though she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the role. There was just something about Luke Fabrizzi that put her on edge.
‘Right, now that the formalities have been observed, perhaps it would be best if we got down to the real reason why I was invited here tonight.’
Luke didn’t even glance at the cup of coffee she’d placed in front of him. His gaze was so sharp as he speared Maggie with it that she had difficulty not squirming. It was only a deep reluctance to let him know that he had the ability to affect her that kept her still.
She put down her own cup and clasped her hands together to keep them steady. ‘And that is?’
‘Well, I’m glad you aren’t going to pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about.’ Luke’s tone was as glacial as the smile he treated her to and Maggie felt a chill invade her. She had a horrible feeling about what he was going to say but she’d be damned if she’d let him see how uneasy she felt!
‘Why pretend? It only wastes time and I’m sure neither of us wants to do that.’ She shrugged, feeling rather pleased with how that had sounded. ‘If you have something to say, please, get on with it.’
‘Fine, I’ll do just that. To put it bluntly, Maggie, I’m not interested. Oh, you’re a very beautiful woman and I’m sure you ring a lot of bells for a lot of men, but I’m not one of them.’
He regarded her thoughtfully. ‘Of course, I blame myself for not realising what was going on when I accepted this invitation. I must have been more tired than I thought I was. But I want you to know that whatever plans you and your family have hatched with my grandmother aren’t going to amount to anything.
‘I’m not looking for a wife—full stop. I’m not interested in home, family and all the other things everyone thinks I’m lacking in my life. I’m perfectly happy the way I am. To put it bluntly, I’m not the marrying kind. So if you have set your sights on me then I suggest that you think again because I’m not interested.’
Maggie didn’t know which bit of the statement to reply to first. Should she first of all deny that she’d been party to her grandmother’s machinations or leave that until she’d told him exactly where he could get off? The sheer arrogance of him took her breath away, but not for long, mercifully enough.
‘This may come as a shock, Dr Fabrizzi, but I had no idea what Nonna had planned. If I had done then, believe me, I wouldn’t be here now!’
Luke shrugged as he got up. ‘Whatever you say. I don’t intend to argue the point. So long as we both know where we stand, that’s fine by me.’
He walked to the door but Maggie got there ahead of him. Her dark eyes blazed as she glared into his face. ‘Well, it isn’t fine with me! I’ve met some arrogant people in my time but you’re in a league of your own. Do you honestly believe that every woman you meet is so smitten with your charms that she’s longing to snare you into marriage?’
She laughed scornfully and was pleased to see a flicker of annoyance cross his face. Good! It was about time that someone took Dr I-love-me Fabrizzi down several large pegs.
‘Sorry, handsome, but you leave me cold. I like my men to have a bit more going for them than mere good looks. Personality is a definite plus factor, humility another wonderful attribute, and then, of course, there’s intelligence.’
Her scornful gaze swept from the tips of his elegantly shod feet to the top of his well-groomed head before she smiled. ‘I’m afraid you score a big fat zero on all those important points.’
His face hardened. Maggie felt her breath catch when she saw the fire that blazed in his eyes all of a sudden. She stood stock-still, afraid that if she moved she might precipitate a reprisal. How did she know that he was within a hairsbreadth of kissing her until she was forced to retract every word?
Luke took a deep breath and even as she watched the fire faded from his eyes. He smiled at her, that coolly taunting smile she was starting to dislike intensely. ‘Then it seems we have both got what we wanted from this encounter after all, Maggie. You’ve checked me out and found me lacking and I have made my position clear.’
Before she could object he bent and brushed her cheek with his lips. ‘Ciao, cara. It’s been a pleasure meeting you…’
The telephone rang. Maggie snapped back to the present with a jolt. She quickly dealt with the query then hung up. Glancing at her watch, she realised with a start that only a few minutes had passed since Luke had left the office. It felt much longer than that…
She left the office, determined not to waste any more time by daydreaming. Hurrying into the ward, she went straight to Alice Bradshaw’s bed. The curtains had been drawn around it and Luke was sitting by the bed, holding the old lady’s hand. He looked round when she appeared.
‘I’ve just been telling Mrs Bradshaw that there’s a bit more of a problem with her hip than we’d first thought,’ he explained quietly.
Maggie smiled reassuringly at the old lady. ‘I told Dr Fabrizzi that you’d prefer to know exactly what was wrong, Alice.’
‘That’s right, dear. I can’t see much point beating about the bush.’ The old lady smiled at Luke. ‘Although I wouldn’t mind spinning it out just so you could sit there holding my hand a bit longer!’
He laughed. ‘Now, that’s what I call a compliment. It’s taken me years to perfect my bedside manner so it’s good to know that it’s appreciated.’
‘Oh, it’s appreciated all right!’ She turned to Maggie and winked. ‘I think most of us ladies enjoy having a handsome man paying us attention, don’t we, dear?’
Maggie’s smile was a trifle forced. She steadfastly avoided Luke’s eyes because she knew what she would see in them…
Her heart performed that irritating little manoeuvre once again—seeming to curl up and roll over inside her chest. Why did the thought of his amusement at her being put on the spot make her feel all shivery inside? Surely she should have found his conviction that
