His Forbidden Conquest. Kate Hardy

Mentoring you to make sure all the work he’s put in isn’t all undone.’

      She grimaced. ‘I already told you, I couldn’t ask him to be my mentor.’

      ‘Because you don’t trust him?’

      ‘I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about him. Whether it’s the fact he resents me for swanning in, or I resent him for being there for my grandparents when I should’ve been there … I don’t know. And I feel so bad saying that.’ She sighed. ‘I don’t know what to do, Dante. And I hate that.’

      ‘Bide your time,’ he said. ‘Don’t rush into anything. Gather all your facts, first, look at them, and then you can make an informed decision. But don’t rush it.’

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      ON TUESDAY morning, Carenza was working through a set of figures when an unexpected visitor arrived.

      ‘Nonno!’ She threw her arms round her grandfather. ‘Come and sit down.’

      It felt slightly odd to be the one behind the desk she’d visited her grandfather sitting at during her childhood, but he didn’t seem to mind.

      ‘I see you’ve made changes to the artwork in the office,’ Gino said with a smile.

      ‘It’s one of the three pictures I brought back from Amy’s. The other two are upstairs in my flat.’

      ‘It’s …’ He was clearly searching for a diplomatic word. ‘Bright.’

      Dante had been much less tactful in his reaction. Especially when she’d suggested using prints of the artist’s work in the shops and the ice cream caffè.

      ‘Sorry, Nonno. It’s your office. I shouldn’t be making changes.’ She bit her lip.

      ‘Tesoro, it’s your office now. You arrange it however you like.’ Though there was a slight trace of worry in his voice when he asked, ‘Is that what you had in mind when you said you were changing the pictures on the walls in the shops?’

      Not after Dante’s comments, it wasn’t. ‘No. But we’ve been here for over a hundred years. It’s our USP, really, that I’m the fifth generation of Toniellis to run the shops. So I thought it might be nice for our customers to see photographs of how things used to be when the business first started.’

      Gino looked pleased. ‘That’s a good idea.’

      ‘So I thought maybe you, Nonna and I could look through all the old photos, some time soon, and pick the ones we like best. Starting with your great-grandfather.’ She paused. ‘And including Papa.’

      ‘Including Pietro.’ There was a suspicious sheen in his eyes. She knew exactly how he felt. Every time she thought of her parents, it made her catch her breath and her eyes feel moist, too. Ridiculous, after all this time. She’d spent much more of her life without them than with them. Three-quarters of it, if you were counting. But she still missed them.

      ‘Can I get you some coffee, Nonno?’

      ‘That would be lovely, piccola.’

      She made coffee for both of them, and retrieved a tin of cannoli wafers filled with chocolate-hazelnut spread from the bottom drawer of her desk. ‘My secret vice. Help yourself.’

      ‘Thank you. So how are you getting on, tesoro?’ Gino asked.

      ‘Fine. I’m enjoying it.’

      ‘Emilio tells me you’ve been asking him lots of questions.’

      There was a slight edge to her grandfather’s tone—something she’d never known before—and it put her on full alert. Was Mancuso trying to make trouble between them? ‘Well, I guess I have—I’ve been trying to get to know the business properly. If I’ve been a nuisance, then I’m sorry. I’ll try not to bother him so much in future.’

      ‘It’s not that.’ Gino paused. ‘He feels you don’t trust him.’

      Help. How did she answer that?

      Obviously her expression did it for her, because her grandfather sighed. ‘Emilio’s a good man, Carenza. He’s looked after the business for the last five years, been my right-hand man for many years more than that. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.’

      Carenza wasn’t so sure, but she had no proof to back up her feelings. And a hunch wasn’t enough.

      Dante’s voice echoed in her head. Gather all your facts, first.

      As if her grandfather could read her mind, he said, ‘I hear you’ve been seeing Dante Romano.’

      ‘He’s my business mentor,’ she explained. Her grandfather didn’t need to know the rest of it.

      ‘You do know he wanted to buy the business?’

      ‘Yes, which makes him the best person I could ask.’ She gave an expressive shrug. ‘You know what they say. Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer.’ Not that Dante was her enemy. Even when they didn’t see eye to eye.

      Gino raised an eyebrow. ‘Be careful, tesoro.’

      ‘You’re warning me off him?’

      ‘Not in business. Dante’s as straight as they come. But don’t lose your heart to him. As soon as he sees wedding bells in a girlfriend’s eyes, he leaves her.’

      ‘I’m not his girlfriend.’ And she certainly wasn’t telling her grandfather about that side of her relationship with Dante. That was just between her and Dante.

      ‘Just be careful. And don’t break his heart, either.’

      She looked at him, hurt. ‘How do you mean?’

      ‘You’re not one to settle.’

      Did he know about what had happened in London, last year? she wondered. If Dante knew, anyone else could find out, too, and tell her grandfather. Not Dante—she knew he’d never undermine her like that. But if Mancuso had any idea … Playing for time, she said, ‘I don’t understand, Nonno.’

      ‘It’d be easy for a man to lose his heart to you, tesoro. You’re sweet and you’re beautiful,’ he said. ‘But you’re twenty-eight years old and you still haven’t found the man you want to settle down with. And Dante Romano had a rough time, as a kid.’

      That didn’t surprise her. It would explain why he was so self-contained, why he didn’t let people close. And yet she knew he was close to his mother and his sister. ‘What do you mean by “a rough time”, Nonno?’

      Gino shook his head. ‘It’s not for me to talk about.’

      And she was pretty sure that Dante wouldn’t tell her. ‘He said you gave him a chance, when he was younger,’ she said.

      ‘I gave him a job.’ Gino flapped his hand dismissively.

      ‘I get the impression it was more than that.’

      ‘And a little advice when he bought the first restaurant.’

      ‘Exactly. He feels he owes you. That’s why he’s mentoring me.’

      ‘Hmm. Well, just be careful,’ Gino said.

      Carenza was still seething about the way Emilio Mancuso had gone to her grandfather behind her back when she called in at Dante’s office for her mentoring session on Wednesday evening.

      He took one look at her. ‘I’m feeding you first. You need carbs.’

      ‘I’m fine.’

      ‘No, you’re not. Trust me to order for you?’

      ‘Anything except clams.’ She pulled