The Redemption of Rico D'Angelo. Michelle Douglas

      The man behind the Italian good looks…

      Gorgeous Rico D’Angelo is single-handedly saving the world, one disadvantaged teen at a time. The opening of his charity café should be enough for him to finally put the regrets of his childhood behind him…but even as the ribbon is cut on opening day it’s not enough.

      Until new hire Neen Cuthbert walks through the door and offers an unexpected blast of sunshine! She’s had her fill of misguided do-gooders, but something tells her Rico is different. Neen won’t let him push her away—especially now she’s discovering that Rico might just need her most of all.…

      Neen reached out to trace the pattern on her teacup. “Why does this project mean so much to you?”

      Rico blew out a breath. “As soon as the café is up and running and I have the figures to prove its success, I can start canvassing for funds for additional cafés in other parts of the city.”

      “You want to run a chain of charity cafés?”

      “Why not?”

      She couldn’t think of a single reason. Except… “Don’t you ever stop for fun?”

      He didn’t answer that.

      Praise for Michelle Douglas

      “Readers will enjoy a modern spin on this friends-to-lovers tale.”

      —RT Book Reviews on FIRST COMES BABY

      “Douglas’s story is romantic, humorous and paced just right.”

      —RT Book Reviews on BELLA’S IMPOSSIBLE BOSS

      “Laughter, holiday charm and characters with depth make this an exceptional story.”

      —RT Book Reviews on THE NANNY WHO SAVED CHRISTMAS

      “Moving, heartwarming and absolutely impossible to put down, THE MAN WHO SAW HER BEAUTY is another stunning Michelle Douglas romance that’s going straight onto my keeper shelf!”

      —CataRomance on THE MAN WHO SAW HER BEAUTY

      The Redemption of Rico D’Angelo

      Michelle Douglas

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      At the age of eight MICHELLE DOUGLAS was asked what she wanted to be when she grew up. She answered, “A writer.” Years later she read an article about romance writing and thought, Ooh, that’ll be fun. She was right. When she’s not writing she can usually be found with her nose buried in a book. She is currently enrolled in an English Masters programme for the sole purpose of indulging her reading and writing habits further. She lives in a leafy suburb of Newcastle, on Australia’s east coast, with her own romantic hero…husband Greg, who is the inspiration behind all her happy endings.

      Michelle would love you to visit her at her website: www.michelle-douglas.com.

      To my wonderful niece, Abbey,

      who loves books as much as I do.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       EXCERPT

      CHAPTER ONE

      RICO STARED AT the application in front of him—again—before blowing out a breath and slumping in his chair. He’d had such high hopes for this project—hopes of finding someone as fantastically enthusiastic about it as he was.

      His lips twisted. Hopes of finding someone not only fantastically enthusiastic but with first-rate qualifications and solid experience to bring to the table as well. A day and a half into the interviews, however, and he’d found he could kiss that notion goodbye.

      He straightened. Punching a button on his intercom, he barked, ‘Is Janeen Cuthbert here yet, Lisle?’

      ‘Not yet, but there’s still ten minutes until her appointment.’

      ‘Thanks.’

      Wasn’t it an unspoken rule to arrive ten minutes early for a job interview? He scowled at the wall opposite. Restaurant managers, it seemed, worked to their own schedules. Not that Hobart’s restaurant managers were beating a path to his door for the opportunity to run a charity café.

      He slammed Janeen Cuthbert’s file shut.

      Pressing thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, he tried to breathe through the pounding at his temples, tried to push it back and concentrate. He’d thought he’d be able to find one community-inspired restaurant manager with a few street smarts in this rotten city.

      He wasn’t greedy. He only wanted the one. How hard could that be?

      He’d had community-inspired people, all right. He’d had sunny, bright and earnest applicants without a scrap of experience between them. Nice people. But he could see the likely outcome all too vividly. The boys would walk all over them, would dishearten and disillusion them. There’d be tears and tantrums. And then they’d be gone, leaving him in the lurch. This project was too important to risk that.

      He glanced at his watch. Five minutes to two. If Janeen Cuthbert wasn’t here at two on the dot then she could just turn around again and march straight back home. She might at least have worked in a café, but he needed someone who would take this job seriously. He needed someone fully committed to making this café work.

      For the next five minutes he drummed his fingers against his desk. He didn’t turn to look out of his window at the busy Hobart thoroughfare below. His wasn’t one of the offices that afforded a glimpse of the harbour. As he was rarely in his office, however, he didn’t much care. As a project manager, he didn’t even have his own secretary. He had to share Lisle with two other governmental project officers. He didn’t much care about that either. He’d long since come to the conclusion that if you wanted a job done, you did it yourself.

      He glanced at his watch. Two p.m.

      He went to push the button on the intercom, but Lisle beat him to it. ‘Janeen Cuthbert is here for her two o’clock appointment, Rico.’

      He gritted his teeth and swallowed. ‘Send her in.’

      He counted to three. A soft knock sounded on his door. He swore under his breath. That knock was too soft. It was the kind of knock that lacked backbone. His hands fisted. Darn it! He’d had enough of sweet and nice and inefficient to last him a lifetime.

      He tried to uncurl his lip. ‘Come in.’

      When