In a Storm of Scandal. KIM LAWRENCE

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Название In a Storm of Scandal
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it bothered him, and in deference to her inexperience from the beginning he had gone slow, keeping his lust under fierce control, not wanting to take advantage or scare her.

      ‘The first time should be special,’ he had shouted, standing waist deep in the water as he shook the water from his hair before slicking it back with a not quite steady hand.

      ‘It won’t be special if I die of old age waiting.’

      ‘I promised your grandmother I wouldn’t—’

      ‘Break my heart, I know, but you’re not going to and I’m eighteen, Luca, and I’m not going to change my mind. This isn’t a crush—if it was I’d think you’re perfect and I don’t, but I love you despite your faults.’

      Laughing, he had waded from the water. ‘Please don’t enumerate them … again—you’re bad for my ego.’

      ‘Your ego, Luca Ranieri, is bomb and bullet proof,’ Poppy had contended lovingly.

      ‘There’s a beach in Southern Thailand.’

      ‘Who did you see the beach with?’

      ‘I was alone.’

      Her furrowed brow had smoothed. ‘Good.’

      ‘You can only get to it by boat, the sand is white and the air is warm and when the moon is shining and the waves are lapping on the shore—’

      ‘Stop!’ Poppy had begged with a sigh. ‘You had me at “there’s”. You could make a dictionary sound seductive when you use that voice, Luca Ranieri. Look,’ she had instructed, rolling up her sleeve and extending a bare forearm towards him. ‘I’ve got goose bumps … all over.’ A wicked gleam had appeared in her eyes. ‘Want to see?’

      Luca had groaned. ‘You know I do.’

      ‘Except your old-fashioned sense of honour and a fear of Gran is stopping you,’ she had completed fondly. ‘Fine, have it your way. I’ll let you woo me slowly, but don’t expect me to stop trying,’ she had warned him.

      ‘Aurelia loves rubies.’

      ‘Aurelia …’ Luca closed the box with a click. ‘I’m not marrying Aurelia.’

      Both families had never made a secret of the wish that their two dynasties should be united by a marriage. As children he and Aurelia had frequently joked about their parents’ old-fashioned, ambitious and ultimately unrealistic plans.

      In recent years Aurelia who had gone the finishing-school route rather than university, had been around less to enjoy the joke on the rare occasions when the subject had been mentioned—less a plan now and more a wistful aspiration, or so it had seemed to Luca.

      ‘I’m in love with someone else.’ The truth seemed to him the simplest way to draw a line under the subject once and for all.

      ‘Of course you’re in love with someone else, Luca, you’re twenty-three and I’m sure she’s impossibly unsuitable.’

      The patronising note in his father’s voice set his teeth on edge.

      ‘Do you realise how few women understand the responsibility that marrying into a family like ours brings?’ Damiano said, warming to his theme. ‘It’s all about breeding. Girls today want their own careers—obviously your wife can never work.’

      Despite the situation he had walked unwittingly into, the thought of Poppy’s reaction if he told her he was about to chain her to the kitchen sink almost made Gianluca smile.

      ‘They do not understand the concept of duty … the question is do you?’ Damiano fired a fierce look at his son. ‘And if we are talking love, what about Aurelia? She is in love with you and she has been waiting patiently.’

      ‘That’s rubbish!’ Luca was horrified by the suggestion.

      Seeing the flash of doubt in his son’s eyes, Damiano arched a bushy brow. ‘Is it? You have trained for your future career and she has trained for hers. Where is the problem—you like her …?’

      ‘Liking is not enough.’

      ‘Love again …’ his father drawled impatiently. ‘Do you think I was in love with your mother?’

      ‘Yes.’ Everyone knew his parents had made good of their marriage.

      His father had the grace to look sheepish. ‘Yes, well, that’s not the point.’

      ‘It isn’t?’

      ‘The point is you were always going to marry the girl, Luca, eventually. So why not now?’

      Rather than dispute the false claim, Gianluca, sure he was missing something, addressed the question that puzzled him most. ‘Why now? Why the sudden urgency?’

      His father ducked the question.

      ‘Oh, I know you had plans to travel or whatever.’

      ‘When I agreed to the post-grad year at Harvard you knew I intended to take a gap year once I graduated with an MBA.’

      ‘Like your friends … but you are not like your friends. You have already seen the world several times.’

      ‘From the window of five-star hotels.’

      ‘Yes, you have really suffered, Luca.’

      ‘I know I have been fortunate.’

      ‘You have been given everything and now it is time to give something back. It’s time you remembered your duty to your family … your name … it’s time you settled down, my boy.’

      ‘The moral blackmail is not going to work this time.’

      His father ignored the interruption. ‘When you take over the company—’

      ‘I am not going to take over the company.’ Gianluca could still recall the relief he had felt having made the confession—it had been short-lived.

      The anger died from his voice as his father sank heavily into a chair. ‘If you don’t marry Aurelia there will be no company for you to take over.’

      ‘What are you talking about?’

      Returning to the safe, his father came back with a file. ‘You know the name Jason Stone?’

      ‘Of course I do.’ Everyone knew the name of the American who had given a new meaning to the word con.

      Luca had always been mystified how the man who had nothing but charm to sell had had to fight off wealthy clients convinced by all his wild promises and eager to put their fortunes in his unscrupulous hands.

      The man was now behind bars; of the missing billions there was no sign.

      ‘Read it, Luca,’ his father instructed.

      As he scanned the pages he realised why his father was looking older … he suddenly felt older himself.

      ‘How much?’ he asked finally.

      His father mentioned a figure that drew a groan from Gianluca.

      ‘I thought it was safe and I thought I would be able to pay it back before anyone—’

      ‘You used money from the …?’ Gianluca, seeing his father’s expression, bit back his reproach. ‘Who knows?’ Even the suggestion of embezzlement, when added to the disgrace of financial ruin on this scale, would be impossible to hide. ‘Mother …?’ Emotionally vulnerable, she worshipped her husband. The shame of such a scandal, Gianluca realised, would be hard if not impossible for her to bear.

      ‘The bank, obviously, though not all, and Alessandro … he warned me at the time, but too late now.’

      Mention of Aurelia’s father made Gianluca stiffen, he knew what was coming.

      ‘You know you are the son Alessandro never had and after his last heart attack he