her breast.
“Look at the colors,” she whispered reverently. “All those endless shades of gold and green and blue.”
Rio nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s—it’s nice.”
“Nice?” She gave a soft laugh. “It’s perfect. I can see Russian olive all around here, and some rhododendron. And azalea, here and here and here.”
Her face was as bright as the sun, her smile wide and honest.
“Mistral azalea,” she said, and he nodded again as if he knew what she was talking about.
“And some weigela. For the deeper color of the blossoms.”
Slowly, speaking the names of plants and trees and flowers as easily as he’d have dropped the names of cargo ships and stocks, Isabella filled his terrace with plants and trees and flowers made so real by her voice, her words, her smile that he could almost see them.
He couldn’t take his eyes from her.
All that eagerness, that joy, that animation …
She reached the area where he’d been digging, didn’t hesitate, kicked off those dirt-spattered stilettos and stepped, barefoot, into the rich, dark earth.
Or maybe it was nylon-foot, he thought numbly. Not that it mattered. Whatever you called seeing a beautiful woman in an ugly outfit dig her toes into the soil, it finished him.
Rio was lost.
He took a step toward her. She was still talking, the names of plants and shrubs and God-only-knew what tumbling from that sweet-looking mouth.
“Isabella,” he said.
Everything he was thinking was in the way he said her name. He knew she sensed it, too, because she fell silent and swung toward him.
Was she as lost as he?
“Mr. Rossi,” she whispered, and the parting of her lips, the breath she took as he reached for her, was all the answer he needed.
“Don’t call me that,” he said gruffly.
“No,” she said, her voice as husky as his, “you’re right.” They stood an inch apart, her face lifted to his. A little smile curved her lips. “Hello, Matteo.”
“Isabella. You don’t underst—”
She put a finger against his mouth.
“I don’t want to understand,” she said, and Rio gave up the battle, gathered Isabella Orsini into his arms, bent his head and kissed her.
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