his chair, utterly relaxed.
Laura’s eyes were thoughtful as she studied the clear-cut profile etched against the fiery light.
‘That is a strange look, Laura,’ he said, intercepting it.
She shrugged, smiling. ‘It suddenly occurred to me that this time last week we didn’t know each other existed.’
‘It is hard to believe,’ he agreed soberly. ‘There is so much I wish to learn about you, cara. Tell me more about your family; describe them to me.’
‘My mother is small and fair like me, and very attractive—’
‘Also like you!’
‘Thank you, kind sir. Abby is tall, with dark hair like my father. She’s the brains of the family, but no slouch in the looks department, either. She’s off to Trinity, Cambridge, in the autumn.’
‘That is very impressive.’ Domenico shot a look at her. ‘It will also be expensive, which is why you help her and why you cannot return soon.’ He turned to her, his eyes brilliant with sudden inspiration. ‘But I have a solution for this.’
Laura eyed him warily. ‘What?’
‘You will refuse to let me pay your air fare, I know, but instead of a hotel you could stay here in my apartment as my guest. I will not impose my company on you. You are most welcome to stay here alone, or with your mother and sister, perhaps, any time you wish.’
She smiled at him, deeply touched. ‘Domenico, that’s such a lovely thought, but I couldn’t possibly take advantage of your kindness like that.’
The light vanished from his eyes. ‘Why not?’ he demanded with sudden hauteur. ‘Do not confuse me with these ragazzi at your bank. I would ask nothing in return.’
‘I know that. Don’t go all arrogant and Venetian on me!’ She heaved a sigh. ‘It’s a lovely idea, but just not possible for me right now.’
‘As you wish,’ he said coolly, and got up at the sound of the doorbell. ‘Our dinner.’
Laura bit her lip as she watched him go. She drained her glass and went into the dining room, and with a pang saw that Domenico had made the table festive with candles and crystal and a beautiful linen cloth and napkins. She waited until the outer door closed, then went into the hall to confront him.
‘Domenico, I didn’t mean to offend you. I would like nothing better than to take you up on your offer, but I just can’t make it back to Venice for a while. Please try to understand.’
‘Mi dispiace,’ he said with instant remorse. ‘Of course I understand. Let us talk no more of things which distress you, cara.’ He took Laura’s hand and led her back to the balcony to watch the sun sinking into the lagoon in a blaze of crimson fire.
‘It’s so lovely here.’ She sighed. ‘I shall think of this a lot when it’s raining back in London.’
‘It rains here too. This had great advantages for me last night,’ he reminded her, eyes gleaming.
‘For me, too,’ said Laura, seeing no point in beating about the bush.
‘But you were angry with me!’
‘Only because you didn’t want to kiss me.’
‘Laura,’ he said impatiently, ‘I wanted to kiss you far too much. You have forgotten what happened when I did?’
‘No.’ She took in a deep, unsteady breath. ‘No, I haven’t.’
‘Va bene. Neither have I,’ he said with feeling. ‘So let us turn our attention to dinner.’
‘What are we having?’ she asked, wrenching her mind away from the interlude in the rain.
‘A special dinner for a special guest. I hope you will enjoy it.’
‘I’m sure I will. I’ve enjoyed everything I’ve eaten here, right down to the ham panino in a bar near the Rialto.’
‘I trust that you ate this standing up! Otherwise the cost is doubled.’
‘I knew that.’ She chuckled. ‘I can’t tell you what a relief it was to sit down when we had breakfast together.’
He laughed. ‘I enjoyed this also in your company. Normally I breakfast alone.’
‘In London I don’t have any at all.’
‘That is not good for one who works hard, cara,’ he said, frowning.
‘I know, but I get up early and just can’t face anything at that hour.’ She turned to smile up at him. ‘But I can face dinner tonight any time you like.’
‘Then we shall eat at once.’
Revelling in the domesticity in the situation, Laura followed behind with bread and salad while Domenico transferred an enormous platter of seafood from his refrigerator to the dining room table.
‘A smaller version is served as antipasti,’ he informed her, ‘but I thought you would like it as a main course.’
‘I certainly will!’ Laura watched in awe as he dressed the impressive array with olive oil and lemon juice. ‘Lobster, prawns, crab, mussels—but what are the other things, Domenico?’
‘Small squid, also various shellfish found only here in the lagoon.’ He held a chair for her. ‘Sit, signorina.’ He flicked out one of the linen napkins and laid it over her lap, then filled their wineglasses, and as the final touch lit the candles.
Laura smiled ruefully as he took the seat opposite. ‘I’m going to miss all this when I’m scrambling eggs back in London. Think of me now and then at dinner time, Domenico.’
‘I shall think of you a great deal more than that!’ He looked into her eyes. ‘I hope you also will think of me.’
She held his gaze steadily. ‘You can safely count on that.’
‘Bene.’ He smiled. ‘Now, let us think no more of meals apart and enjoy the one we are eating together.’
Laura enjoyed it all the more for eating it alone with him as they lingered over the meal. ‘This is so much better than a restaurant,’ she said with satisfaction. ‘Give my compliments to your friend the chef.’
‘I will. Though it is not the food that makes the evening special for me, Laura.’ Domenico got to his feet, holding out his hand. ‘Come, let us sit in the salotto.’
‘First we clear away,’ she said sternly, ‘and this time I help.’
‘You know I have a machine to wash dishes,’ he protested.
‘All we need do is load it, then!’
‘Are you happy now?’ demanded Domenico, when they sat down together later.
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