low-voiced comment was loaded with meaning—meaning that Anna couldn’t fail to comprehend. She couldn’t glance at him without wanting him, and knew that no matter how much she tried to contain her desire he must see it in her eyes every time their gazes met.
Gesturing, she sat on the sumptuous sofa. Dante joined her. Gathering her slender palm into his, for a while he just simply turned it over and examined it—just as if it were some priceless jewel he was contemplating purchasing.
‘I don’t know how you can ever bear leaving this place,’ she remarked, her heart quietly thudding. ‘It’s like paradise on earth.’
‘For a long time I couldn’t see it that way. But lately I’ve begun to see how lucky I am being able to have a home here.’
‘Is this where you’re from? Como, I mean? ‘
He let go of her hand.
‘No. I bought this house because my mother loved Como and had a home here. When I was young she always fantasised about living here one day…but the truth is that she was a very simple and contented soul, and would have been happy anywhere as long as she knew I was happy.’
‘She sounds wonderful.’
Dante smiled. ‘She was.’
‘So where were you raised, if not here?’ Anna prompted him gently.
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