Modern Romance Collection: April 2018 Books 5 - 8. Heidi Rice

what all that unbecoming behaviour was about.’ Keeping his tone low, Vieri gestured towards the party inside. ‘You were trying to make me jealous.’

      ‘Ha!’ Harper gave a contemptuous laugh. ‘I’m sorry to disappoint you and your mountainous ego but my unbecoming behaviour was simply me having a good time. Enjoying the company of some civilised men.’

      ‘Civilised be damned.’ Vieri’s voice boomed around the courtyard. ‘I saw the way Hans looked at you and there was nothing civilised about that.’

      ‘Excuse me, you’re the one who just accused me of trying to make you jealous.’ Harper leapt on his words. ‘But it’s clear that you don’t need any help in that department. You are more than capable of turning all green-eyed monster without any help from me.’

      ‘Nonsense.’

      ‘And while we are on the subject, what was all that chest beating in front of Hans? All that, “Back off, Langenberg.”’ She mimicked Vieri’s voice, piling on a heavy Sicilian accent to perfectly capture his ill humour.

      Vieri felt the blood fire through his veins. ‘That’s enough.’ Harper was in danger of seriously overstepping the line. ‘I’m taking you home.’

      ‘And supposing I don’t want to go. Supposing I want to stay and have some more fun.’

      ‘Trust me, Harper, you don’t get the choice. The fun is over.’ Striding over to pick up his jacket from the ground, Vieri pointedly gave it a shake before looping his finger through the label and tossing it over his shoulder. ‘We are leaving. Now!’

       CHAPTER SIX

      ‘HERE, DRINK THIS.’ Vieri slid the cup of espresso coffee across the table towards her.

      ‘For the last time, I am not drunk.’ Harper angrily folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Vieri, who was seated on the sofa opposite her.

      It was true. Maybe she had had one too many glasses of champagne at the ball—why else would she have been stupid enough to ask Vieri to dance with her? But the way he had rebuffed her, his surly silence in the car on the way back to the apartment and now his patronising refusal to believe anything she said had sobered her up nicely, thank you very much.

      She probably should have gone straight to her room. That had been her intention as she had simmered beside him in the warm, purring darkness of the car. Even when they were back at the apartment, Vieri noisily making coffee, she had intended to show her defiance by sweeping past him and marching to her room, firmly closing the door behind her. But halfway there she had realised that that was actually more cowardly than agreeing to sit down and have a cup of coffee with him. That fleeing to her bedroom would send out the message that she was upset by what had happened between them. Which of course she was.

      Asking him to dance had been a stupid idea; she should never have done it. But his display of possessiveness in front of Hans, and then the way he had asked about her family, the surprising tenderness in his expression, had emboldened her, made her drop her guard. Only for him to throw her foolishness back in her face by rebuffing her, shoving her away as if she was nothing, no one.

      She lifted her cup to her lips, sullenly eyeing her adversary over the rim. He had pulled loose the bow tie so that it lay flat against the crisp white of his shirt, which had the top buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to reveal dark-skinned forearms. He looked as stunningly drop-dead gorgeous as ever but there was something about him, a sharpness that stiffened his posture, tempering his usual languid style.

      Perhaps he was afraid she was going to leap on him. Forget her place once again and demand that he take her to bed, make love to her. That thought did very disturbing things to her insides and she hastily swallowed a mouthful of hot coffee to try and drown them. Vieri Romano need have no fear of that. She had learned her lesson. From now on she intended to show him just how much she didn’t care.

      She watched as he refilled his cup. ‘Well, in that case there are a couple of things I would like to discuss with you.’

      ‘Go on.’ With studied indifference, Harper arranged the scarlet folds of her dress.

      ‘First, I thought you would like to know that your sister has turned up.’

      ‘Leah?’ Leaping to her feet, all pretence of coolness gone, Harper flew to his side, perching herself down on the sofa next to him. ‘Oh, thank God.’ She searched his face for information. ‘Is she okay?’

      ‘As far as I know.’

      ‘Oh, thank God.’ She repeated the words on a long exhalation of breath. ‘Where is she? How did you find her?’

      ‘She was tracked down to a casino in Atlantic City. She has been collected from those premises.’

      ‘Collected from those premises?’ Immediately alarm surged through her. It was always the same with Leah; she evoked this hugely protective instinct in Harper, as if she had been put on this earth solely to save her twin sister. Which in a way she had.

      A sickly child, Leah had been diagnosed with kidney failure shortly after their mother’s death, compounding the family’s distress. They were told she would need a kidney transplant and Harper was found to be the perfect match but legally they still had to wait four long years until the girls were old enough before the transplant could go ahead. But finally it had happened and Harper was able to give her sister the precious gift of a healthy life. But it did mean that she still worried obsessively over Leah, probably far more than she should.

      ‘So what does that mean?’ She cross-examined Vieri. ‘You had your security guys go and pick her up?’

      ‘Correct.’

      Harper remembered the two brutes who had grabbed her in Spectrum nightclub, the way they had manhandled her when they had thought she was Leah. And they had been obeying Vieri’s orders. Were they the same goons who had been sent to ‘collect’ Leah?

      ‘Well, I hope they didn’t hurt her. I’m telling you now, Vieri, if one of your bully-boy thugs has harmed so much as a hair on my sister’s head...’

      Vieri let out a low scoff. ‘Forgive me if I don’t appear too terrified.’

      ‘I mean it. If any harm has come to Leah you will have me to answer to.’ His sarcasm only served to fire her temper more. ‘You can forget about this whole charade with your godfather. I will go right round there and tell him everything.’

      ‘Really?’ Vieri leant back into the sofa. ‘And will this everything include how your precious sister wilfully cheated me out of thirty thousand dollars?’

      Harper paused, searching for a firmer footing. ‘If necessary, yes. Alfonso will understand. He is a good man. Maybe he deserves to know the truth.’

      ‘And maybe you should think very carefully before you continue this conversation. I am not going to be held to ransom over this, Harper. You knew the score when you agreed to take on your sister’s debt. Either you continue with our arrangement or you pack your bags and get the hell out of here. The choice is yours.’ Dark blue eyes flashed at her. ‘But rest assured, if that happens, the debt will still have to be paid.’

      Harper glared at him, the blood pounding in her ears, fear and anger and frustration coursing through her body.

      ‘Is that a threat?’

      ‘Take it any way you want.’

      ‘And what do you think Alfonso would make of that? The fact that you are prepared to hound two young women for a sum of money that is nothing more than a pittance to you.’

      ‘You leave my godfather out of this.’ Danger tinged Vieri’s voice.

      ‘Maybe he needs to know just what a bully and a thug you really are.’

      ‘Chiedo scusa, I beg your pardon?’ With a flash