sank. She knew what her sister was like—the attention she’d got would only have whetted her appetite.
‘Come on, Em, you saw the crowd that gathered just then. Three songs and we’ll have enough for the most fabulous meal tomorrow—one of those long, lazy lunches at one of those tables outside, with millions of courses and lots of wine.’
Admittedly Emily’s mouth was watering at the idea but she tried to ignore it. ‘You’re probably supposed to have permits to perform.’
Kate yawned big and fake. ‘Rules, Em?’
‘One of us has to be responsible.’ And she always had been—as a matter of necessity. She’d had sole responsibility for the two of them for years. Mother, father, sister, friend, breadwinner, cook, cleaner, chauffeur—all rolled into one.
‘It’s a shame there’s no piano for you to accompany me. Unless you want to do that duet?’
‘Not on your life.’ Kate could have the limelight. Emily was happy to accompany but centre stage was too bright for her.
‘I’ll only be ten minutes. No one will mind.’
Emily sighed and stepped to the side, watching as Kate shook out her hair from under her straw hat. Her sister was impetuous, impulsive and impossible to say no to and, as she’d predicted, she had a crowd around her within minutes. Emily wasn’t surprised. With her long red locks and slender figure, Kate turned heads even before she opened her mouth. And when she started singing? The angelic, pure tones made anything with ears stop and listen. As the crowd of people thickened Kate flung her a triumphant glance and truly got into her stride. Emily stood to the side and looked around, anxiously keeping an eye for sight of a carabiniere, not wanting to get into trouble.
‘Your sister is talented.’
She jumped. He was right behind her. She turned a fraction, and yes, really, he was there—looming large. Her body went hypersensitive. Her brain threatened to shut down altogether. ‘Yes.’
‘And so are you.’
Umm, how did he figure that? She shook her head. ‘Not quite in the same way.’
‘No,’ he agreed before his voice dropped, the alien lilt becoming more audible. ‘Your sister is still a child. Whereas you, I think, have the talents of a woman.’
Emily drew a sharp breath and turned to face him full on. ‘You’ve got to be kidding.’
‘No.’ His dark eyes held hers, amused and challenging. ‘You send me a look like that over your shoulder? What choice did I have but to follow?’
The gauntlet had been thrown. Silver fire raced through her veins. She had the talents of a woman? If only she did—why, then she’d have him on his knees before her, with all his arrogance and experience rendered useless. Wanting her beyond reason and willing to grant her anything—the crazy idea sent a thrill through her. Since when was she any kind of sex goddess? When was it that she’d last had sex?
She forgot about Kate warbling in the background, forgot about the woman she’d seen near him, only heard the humour in his voice, only saw the sexy smile… To be talking suggestively like this was so foreign, but so much fun. She wanted it to continue.
She tried an almost saucy reply. ‘If that’s the case, then perhaps you should be careful.’
His smile went wicked. ‘Definitely.’ He held out his hand. ‘Luca Bianchi.’
She glanced to his hand and then back to his face, letting her own smile go sinful. ‘You’re not afraid I might bite?’
‘I’m half hoping you will.’
She lifted her hand. ‘Emily Dodds.’ The frisson raced up her arm as contact was made.
‘Emily.’ The way he said it made her toes and everything inside her curl up tight. His hand gripped hers firmly. ‘Did you enjoy the opera?’
‘I loved it.’
He nodded. ‘It was a good performance.’
‘And a lovely atmosphere.’
‘My company could have been a little better. How about yours?’
‘It wasn’t bad.’
‘But it could have been better.’
‘Perhaps.’ Faux demurely, she looked down. ‘Are you going to give me my hand back?’
‘I was thinking I might keep it and take it home with me.’
‘Not tonight.’ She refused, but she couldn’t hold back her smile. Pleasure thrilled through her—to be so overtly admired, courted, frankly chased…by a man as attractive as this was heady stuff.
‘No? What a shame.’ His mouth curved too. ‘But there’s always tomorrow.’
For a long moment she stared into his melting chocolate eyes, a million ‘if onlys’ circulating in her head. His fingers tightened.
‘See, I told you!’ Kate bubbled up, shaking her upturned hat in front of her. ‘Enough for a five-course feast in a fancy restaurant.’
Emily tugged her hand and after a gentle squeeze he let it slip from his.
‘Singing for your supper?’ he asked dryly.
‘Lunch tomorrow!’ Kate answered. ‘Hi, I’m Kate.’
‘Hello, Kate. I’m Luca. I’m a friend of your sister’s.’
Emily glanced at him. Friend? There was a tease in his eyes directed totally at her. ‘Let me get you two a drink. You must be thirsty after performing in the heat like this.’
‘Oh, we—’ The sensible side of Emily thought she should refuse. But there was a whisker of a wink again. It was enough to tip her over. She was in Italy—her dream holiday destination—and she was flirting with the dreamiest guy imaginable. Little Miss Sassy elbowed Little Miss Sensible out of the way for good. ‘Thanks.’
Luca tried and failed to remember when he’d ever done anything as crazy as this. It had been so long, yet all of a sudden he was chasing hard for something that could only be momentary. But, hell, it would be fun. And wasn’t he due for a little fun? While the waiter fetched the wine, Luca tried to remind himself that in reality one-night stands were never as good as you thought they were going to be, but gave up after half a thought. Fact was, he hadn’t wanted a woman quite like this, quite in this way, ever. An instant, visceral demand—his whole body was tight with anticipation.
It was going to happen; he’d make certain of it. Therefore he didn’t need to be staring at her like some starving dog. However, controlling that urge was something of a problem when she looked at him like that—green eyes glittering with both challenge and caution.
‘What brings you to Verona?’ He made small but necessary talk.
‘We’re on our way to London,’ the sister answered. ‘I want to sing there.’
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