in.
He had. He’d managed to keep a hold of all that was promised to him. All that money and land wouldn’t pass back into their father’s greedy hands. The land he loved so much, the vineyard, all of it would be saved. The relief that washed over him in that moment was almost palpable.
“Could you go and talk to her roommate as soon as possible?” Dante asked. “She’s tired and I’m taking her back to my villa. She needs her rest.”
“Sì, I’ll go there as soon as I finish up at the clinic.”
“Grazie.” Dante hung up the phone and then knelt beside Shay. She looked so peaceful sleeping, her face at ease, those long blond eyelashes brushing the tops of her round cheeks. He resisted the urge to reach out and run his thumb across those smooth, soft cheeks or to kiss her pink lips as he had back in Oahu.
The memory of which was still imprinted onto his soul. And pregnancy just made her all the more beautiful.
She glowed.
Don’t. Don’t get attached. The results aren’t in. Don’t set yourself up for hurt.
“Shay,” he said gently. “Wake up.”
She roused. “Is something wrong?”
“It’s time to leave. The paparazzi are still waiting out back, but I have a water taxi waiting for us to take us to Lido di Venezia. They won’t follow us there.”
“And the results of the test?”
“They’ll be ready tomorrow morning. Come, stay at my place tonight, where I can keep you safe.”
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