Rossi, who wished them both a pleasant evening.
Outside in the sunset light Domenico eyed her intently as they crossed the familiar bridge. ‘What did you do today, Laura?’
‘After I delivered the package to your hotel I walked to the Guggenheim,’ she said in a tone that won her a wry look.
‘You did not care for this?’
‘It was interesting,’ she said neutrally.
‘Interesting,’ he repeated, smiling a little as they strolled along the familiar route to the Piazza San Marco.
Laura described her tour of modern art and the switch to Renaissance architecture in the afternoon, but as they turned into the piazza she paused to look him in the eye. ‘I didn’t enjoy any of it, Domenico. After our disagreement last night I was miserable all day. I did those things just to kill time, which is a totally barbarous thing to do in a place like Venice.’
He seized her hand. ‘I also was miserable—until this afternoon, when I received your gift.’
‘I left it at the hotel fairly early this morning,’ she informed him huskily.
‘I did not return there until just before I rang you.’ Domenico waved in acknowledgement to someone passing by, then began to walk faster. ‘Come. We shall take a water taxi from the Molo.’
‘Where are we going?’
‘Before we dine I thought you might like a walk in the Giardini Pubblici. They are gardens in the quiet part of Castello.’ He smiled down at her. ‘Or are you worn out with so much walking today?’
‘Not in the least,’ she assured him, and returned the smile with such radiance his grasp on her hand tightened painfully.
The journey by water taxi was so brief Laura laughed at Domenico as he helped her out. ‘We should have walked.’
‘You must not return to your family exhausted, Laura!’
Far from tired, she felt like dancing along as she strolled with Domenico in tranquil, leafy gardens she had never expected to find in Venice.
‘The pavilions here exhibit contemporary art at the Biennale, but this happens only on odd-numbered years,’ he said, and grinned. ‘So you are spared more modern art this evening, Laura.’
‘Thank heavens for that. Though with you for company I would have enjoyed it—probably the Guggenheim and the churches as well,’ she said honestly. ‘But today nothing pleased me because I was alone and miserable.’
‘Ah, Laura!’ Domenico looked round swiftly, then bent to give her an urgent kiss. ‘Even if I embarrass you in public I need this.’
Her eyes sparkled. ‘Did I cause you any embarrassment by turning up at your hotel this morning?’
He shook his head, smiling. ‘It was a great surprise to find that a Miss Laura Green had left a package for me, but I was delighted, not embarrassed.’
She slanted a look at him. ‘I thought you might have been teased by the others on the staff, and brought me here by boat to avoid walking past the Forli Palace.’
He gave her a look of mock affront. ‘My concern was for you alone.’
She laughed at him, and he stroked a caressing finger down her cheek. But as they resumed their leisurely stroll Laura’s curiosity intensified as to what exactly Domenico did at his hotel. She longed to assure him that however menial his job she would still feel the same about him. But her relief at their reconciliation was so intense she kept quiet on the subject rather than risk spoiling their last evening together, and a few minutes later they were seated at a table on the canalside terrace of a restaurant renowned, Domenico told her, for its seafood.
‘I hope you are not tired of fish?’
‘Not in the least,’ Laura assured him. ‘Tell me what to choose.’
‘They do a very good spaghetti dish here—alla busana, with scampi, tomato and chilli.’
‘Sounds wonderful.’
Everything about the evening was so wonderful to Laura after the unhappiness of the day that the only shadow came when Domenico gave her a sombre look as they left.
‘I wish so much that you were not leaving tomorrow, Laura.’
‘So do I. But at least,’ she added, determinedly cheerful, ‘I shall have the memory of this evening to look back on when I’m slaving away in London.’
‘Our evening has not ended yet, cara.’
‘True. We have the walk back yet—’
‘We shall return by boat,’ he said promptly.
She shook her head. ‘It’s much too expensive to keep zipping about in water taxis.’ Then it occurred to her that maybe he really didn’t want to walk past his hotel.
‘Let’s go more slowly by vaporetto so I can take my last look at the lagoon by moonlight.’
It was a bittersweet experience to stand with Domenico at the rail for the last time. Laura gave a deep sigh when they left the boat. ‘This time tomorrow I’ll be home in Stavely.’
‘I know,’ he said sombrely, and took her hand. ‘Ring me the minute you arrive, per favore.’
She nodded silently.
He looked down at her in question. ‘It is much too early to take you to the hotel. Would you like some tea, Laura?’
Her heart leapt. ‘Yes, please.’
‘Will you come home with me to drink it?’
‘Yes, please.’
He laughed softly. ‘Such a polite English miss. Yet last night you stabbed me to the heart!’
‘Such a dramatic Venetian signore,’ she mocked.
‘It is the truth,’ he assured her. ‘I did not sleep last night.’
‘Because I was so horrible?’
‘Yes. But also because I desired you so much my frustrated body would not let me rest.’
Laura flushed hectically, glad of the dim lighting as they left the piazza. ‘I had something of the same trouble,’ she admitted gruffly.
He stopped dead. ‘Are you saying you longed for me as much as I longed for you?’ he demanded.
She nodded. ‘That’s never happened to me before.’
‘Then you have not felt passion for the men in your life,’ he said with satisfaction as they resumed walking.
‘There haven’t been that many,’ she protested.
‘Bene.’
