The Forced Bride (20 page)

She looked at him almost blankly. ‘I—I don’t know what the plans are.’

‘Well, your man told Auntie he’d need to be returning to Rome as soon as the weather improved, and they reckon the

snow will be all gone by morning.’

He’s not my man.She wanted to shriek the words aloud. I may belong to him now, she thought, but he’s not mine and he

never will be.

She became aware that he was watching her, his face slightly puzzled. He said rather more gently, ‘It’s a shame you

haven’t had the chance to get out and about more during your stay. It’s very beautiful round here.’ He paused. ‘Maybe

you’ll come back some time.’

‘Perhaps,’ she said. ‘Who knows’

She watched him trudge back to the Jeep, then lifted her hand in farewell as she closed the door.

She folded the list and put it inside the emails. Her pride demanded that Raf shouldn’t know that she’d seen it, although

he probably wouldn’t care. She’d noticed some envelopes in a box with writing paper in the cupboard beside the

fireplace and she fetched one of them and tucked all the paperwork inside, sealing down the flap.

Then she collected the armful of clothing from behind the sofa and took it all upstairs.

Raf was awake and sitting up yawning and pushing his hair out of his eyes when she entered the bedroom. He looked at

her, absorbing what she was wearing, and his smile almost stopped her heart.

‘So there you are,mia bella ,’ he said softly. ‘I missed you.’

‘I thought you’d still be asleep.’ She busied herself sorting out their clothing.

He shrugged a shoulder. ‘Something woke me. An engine, perhaps’

‘Probably.’ She paused. ‘Angus McEwen was here.’

He stilled. His eyes went over her again, this time without amusement, as if he was assessing the cling of the silk against

her body.

‘Perche’ he rapped out. ‘For what reason’

‘He brought you this.’ She walked over to the bed and handed him the envelope. ‘Emails and stuff. You didn’t turn up to

collect them and his aunt thought they might be urgent.’

‘If you remember,’ he said slowly, ‘I had other far more urgent matters to attend to.’ He captured her wrist, pulling her

down on the bed beside him. ‘And I think it is time I took back my robe,’ he added, reaching for the sash.

She wriggled away, her answering smile faintly fixed. ‘I need to extend the loan for a little while longer,’ she told him

lightly. ‘The kettle will be boiling and I have coffee to make.’

But by the time she’d made it Raf was already downstairs, fully dressed and pulling on his parka. His face was sombre,

even frowning, and a renewal of passion was clearly the last thing on his mind.

The envelope, she saw, was sticking out of his pocket.

He said without preamble, ‘I am going to make travel arrangements, Emilia, to return to Rome. I hope to leave in the

morning. Can you be ready by then’

So Valentina only has to crook her little finger…

Pain slashed at her but she managed to say brightly, ‘Yes, of course. If you can take me to the station, I still have the

return portion of my train ticket.’

He was at the door, but turned abruptly, his frown deepening. ‘Train’ he repeated. ‘What are you talking about’

‘You’re going to Italy,’ she said. ‘And I—I can go home.’

‘Certamente, but to my house in Rome, not your English sanctuary.’ His tone brooked no argument. ‘You are my wife

and your place is with me. Nowhere else.’

‘But—surely…’ she began, then halted.

‘Surely—what’ He glanced at his watch, impatient to be off. ‘There is something more you wish to say’

Yes, she thought. But where to begin

She bent her head. ‘It doesn’t matter.’

‘I think perhaps it does, but there is no time now.’ All the same, he came across to her, his hand cupping her chin, turning

her face up to his as his mouth came down on hers in a deep, hard, lingering kiss that made her entire body clench in

trembling desire.

When he released her, he was smiling crookedly.

‘Later,’ he whispered. Then he was gone and, as the cottage door banged shut behind him, Emily stood, her fingers

touching the faint tenderness of her lips.

He still wanted her, she thought, so he was taking her with him. Yet she had no exclusive rights to him. Because, in Rome,

his beautiful Valentina was also waiting to stake her claim.

As she stared unseeingly into space, it occurred to her that the kiss, which had just left her breathless and melting, might

simply have been the beginning of a very long goodbye.

CHAPTER TEN

NEXTday, Emily found herself on a plane bound for Rome, under the confused impression she’d just been caught up in a

whirlwind.

The first time she’d travelled with Raf had been immediately after their wedding, when she’d still been too stunned by her

father’s loss, and too shocked to find that she was actually married to this comparative stranger, to pay much heed to the

arrangements for the journey.

Now she had plenty of time to appreciate how smoothly things ran when their wheels were oiled by money. How

transfers were accomplished, formalities reduced to a minimum and first class seats on aircraft suddenly became available.

But it also brought home to Emily just how little control she now had over her own life.

A life already occupied by another woman. Someone who was never really out of Raf’s thoughts, even while he was

seducing me. Someone he can hardly wait to return to. Valentina…

She moved suddenly, restively, and he glanced at her. ‘Is something wrong

‘I was just wondering—will I be able to send for my clothes’

His brows lifted. ‘Why’

‘Because I can’t manage with the few things I took to Scotland.’

‘You will not have to do so.’ He paused. ‘They can be thrown away and I shall tell Signora Penistone to dispose of the

rest of your wardrobe in England.’ He smiled at her, adding softly, ‘And tomorrow I will take you shopping.’

‘But that’s totally unnecessary. I’d prefer my own things.’

‘They belong to the past, Emilia. You are no longer a child hiding in the country, but my wife, the Contessa Di Salis, and

you will dress accordingly.’

‘But being your wife is a strictly temporary arrangement,’ she said in a low voice. ‘As it always was. And the fact that

we—we now have sex doesn’t change a thing.’

‘Does it not’ There was a harsh note in his voice. ‘I thought perhaps it might do so, but I see that was foolish of me.’

No, she thought, not looking at him. I was supposed to be the fool—duped into passivity—into ecstatic acceptance by a

few hours of expert lovemaking.

For a moment she found herself remembering the previous night. How unexpectedly, sublimely gentle he’d been with her,

as if he’d sensed her mental tensions and had wished to calm them. How he’d seemed to be aware of her every

breath—each flicker of her eyelashes, as he’d led her, slowly and patiently, to the sweet tumult of orgasm, then held her

close as she slept, so that she’d woken this morning, still in his arms.

But then that was one of his undoubted gifts, she thought fiercely. To make every woman he slept with feel as if she was

uniquely desirable—and desired.

‘Nevertheless you will dress in future to suit your status,’ he went on. ‘And also to please me. Which is why I intend to

supervise your purchases in person. However, you may retain what you are wearing at present,’ he added, his eyes

resting on the cinammon skirt she was travelling in. His mouth twisted sardonically. ‘It has—memories I treasure.’

Among so many others, she thought, her heart twisting, and none of them to do with me.

Hypocrite—hypocrite…

She said quietly, ‘As you wish.’ She paused. ‘What are people going to think, do you suppose, when you suddenly turn

up with me, after three years of living as a virtual bachelor’Above all, what is Valentina Colona going to think And how

can you do this to her

‘People’ he queried curtly. ‘People may think what they wish. Their opinions do not trouble me.’

What supreme arrogance. Her voice shook. ‘But not the whole truth, either—as we both know.’ And could have bitten

her tongue.

He said slowly, ‘You talk in riddles,mia cara . What is that supposed to mean’

She shrugged evasively. ‘Just that—everyone has to answer to someone in this life,signore . Even you.’

‘Perhaps,’ he said. ‘I decided long ago to answer only to myself.’

Emily bit her lip. ‘And that’s why I’m being suddenly dragged back to Italy, where I can’t even speak the language’

‘I will arrange lessons for you.’

‘I hardly imagine I’ll be there long enough to justify the expense.’

‘But an ability to speak a foreign language is always an asset.’ His smile grazed her skin. ‘Now, if you will excuse me, I

have work I must do.’ And he took some papers from his briefcase.

Emily stared out of the plane window. So, here she was, she thought, the Contessa Di Salis—but this time in fact instead

of the usual polite fiction. Yet she still didn’t believe it, and knew it would take much more than first class travel and a

wardrobe full of designer labels to convince her that this new identity was really hers.

Besides, everyone she met in Rome would know about Valentina Colona, and she was bound to suffer from the

inevitable comparisons that would be made. A skinny redhead, she thought, up against one of the world’s most

sophisticated women.

Except I don’t want to compete, she acknowledged painfully. Not when I know I’ve already lost.

And realised how strange it was that she should suddenly be thinking in terms of loss rather than anticipating the freedom

from her marriage that she’d always craved.

She looked down at her hand, watching the glint of the sapphire ring she was wearing once again.

To her surprise, Raf had suddenly produced it before they’d left for the airport, saying quietly, ‘I found this with your

wedding ring, Emilia. In future, I expect you to wear it—per favore’.

Her face had warmed as she remembered its significance, but, taking one look at the implacable set of his firm mouth,

she’d reluctantly swallowed back her instinctive protest. Mutely, she’d held out her hand and let him place the ring on her

finger, then, still in silence, had walked out to the car.

But what would become of the ring—and of her—when his desire eventually waned she wondered. What hell of

loneliness might be waiting then And her mind shivered away from the prospect.

At the same time, she knew she should be more concerned with the immediate future and her introduction to a life for

which she knew she was woefully unprepared. A life that might call for the kind of painful discoveries and reluctant

compromises she couldn’t even imagine as yet. Where she would need to be blind, deaf and dumb in order to survive.

But, for now, there was the comfort of a first class seat to enjoy, glossy magazines to flick through and champagne to

drink. Who could ask for more she thought ironically, stealing a sideways glance at Raf, his dark face absorbed and

intent as he made notes in the margin of some document.

He did not turn his head, but, as if aware of her scrutiny, he replaced the papers and pen in his case and reached silently

for her hand, raising it swiftly and gently to his lips. Then kept it clasped firmly in his as the descent to Rome was

announced.

And Emily, looking down at the strong brown fingers interlaced with hers, suddenly felt her heart miss a beat and her

breathing falter.

It didn’t mean anything, she assured herself. He probably thought she was nervous about the plane landing, and she

was—grateful. That was all. Wasn’t itWasn’t it

Only to hear, from nowhere, a small, desperate voice in her head whispering—begging, Hold my hand always—please.

Never let me go, darling—darling.

For a moment, shock seized her by the throat. Overwhelmed her. Rendering her breathless. Powerless.

Leaving her to wonder how it could have taken such a simple gesture to make her understand that she was in love with

him. Deeply and passionately in love.

A love, she thought, stunned, that had probably begun a much longer time ago than she dared to remember, or admit,

even to herself.

A love that she had tried with all her strength to deny for three whole years.

But failed.

Impossible now to pinpoint the day, moment, hour when Rafaele Di Salis had first put his seal on her. She could only

recognise that it had happened. And find some way to live with it.

I told myself I disliked him, she realised with anguish, because I was too scared to examine how he really made me feel.

And too young to deal with it, anyway.

I didn’t want to belong to anyone as completely as I knew I would to him, because I thought I wasn’t ready for that.

Didn’t want to become part of his life—flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, because even then I knew somehow that Raf

could have the power to destroy me if I came too close.

So it was infinitely easier to focus on Simon. To convince myself thathe was the one, instead of a mere adolescent crush,

and use him to try to put Raf out of my mind.

Only it hadn’t worked, she thought wretchedly. And when Simon had gone, she had had to learn to distance herself from

Raf in other ways, out of sheer self-preservation.

So she’d deliberately and consistently driven him away, then told herself she was indifferent when he’d sought comfort

elsewhere—even though, in reality, she’d been torn apart, suffering the torments of the damned through jealousy.

She touched the tip of her tongue to suddenly dry lips.

And her sole certainty of survival had been to ensure the marriage existed in name only.