The Scandalous Orsinis: Raffaele: Taming His Tempestuous Virgin. Sandra Marton

watching her do it he was going to scoop her into his arms and ravish her, right here. The hot image made him sound brusque.

      “Chiara, look, if you don’t want to do this—”

      “Oh, no, Raffaele.” She put her hand lightly on his arm. “I just wondered… could we take the subway?”

      “The what?”

      “The subway. I have read about it. It is in the ground. Well, most of it is in the ground. It whisks people through the city, from one borough to another, from Bronx all the way to the end of the Brooklyn. Sì?”

      She sounded like a tour guide. He wanted to haul her into his arms and kiss her.

      “Sì,” Rafe said, smiling. “But it’s the Bronx, and just plain Brooklyn.

      “Ah. I see. But it is probably foolish…”

      Foolish? That his wife would prefer to ride the subway instead of a taxi? Rafe smiled and took her hand.

      “It’s a great idea,” he said. “I should have thought of it.”

      He warned her it was a few blocks’ walk to the nearest subway station. She smiled and told him she loved to walk. He had never known a woman who said that and meant it, but his Chiara did. She craned her neck at the skyscrapers, gaped at the shop windows, almost skipped along the crowded sidewalks.

      “Oh,” she said, eyes shining, “I have never seen anything like this!”

      No, he thought, watching her. Neither had he. Rockefeller Center, when they finally reached it, rated a huge gasp.

      “The statue of Prometheus!”

      Well, hell, was that the name of the big gilded guy? Rafe hadn’t known that. Chiara told him all about it. The legend. The sculptor. How the statue had come to be placed here. He listened, but mostly he just heard his wife’s voice. Soft. Silvery. Happy.

      That was the word.

      She was happy.

      So was he.

      He had never been so happy in his life, he thought in amazement, and while she was still bubbling about Prometheus, he swung her into his arms and kissed her, right there in Rockefeller Center surrounded by thousands of people. Nobody seemed to notice. This was, after all, New York. But when he finally took his lips from hers and she opened her eyes and he saw how they were glowing, he thought he might be more than happy, that he was—that he was—