Vieri's Convenient Vows. Andie Brock

Vieri’s godfather’s faculties would be somewhat impaired. Which was an awful thing to hope for. Ashamed of herself, she tried to make up for her nastiness by giving him a bright smile. ‘That’s right.’

      ‘And is that a Scottish name? Am I correctly attributing that wonderful accent of yours?’

      ‘Yes.’ He was as sharp as a pin. ‘But the name came from my mother’s favourite book, To Kill a Mockingbird. She called me and my twin sister Harper and Leah. As a loose sort of tribute.’

      ‘So there are two of you? How wonderful.’

      ‘Yes.’ Although it felt slightly less wonderful from where she was sitting.

      ‘And you met in New York, Vieri was telling me? A long way from home.’

      ‘Harper’s sister, Leah, was working in one of my clubs. Harper came to visit her,’ Vieri smoothly interjected.

      ‘And the two of you fell in love.’ One gnarled, arthritic hand reached out to take hold of Harper’s, holding it in his shaky grasp so that he could inspect the traitorous ring. ‘How wonderful.’ He raised his rheumy eyes to Harper’s face. ‘And your parents? I trust Vieri has done the right thing and spoken to your father to ask for your hand in marriage.’

      Harper swallowed.

      ‘Not yet, Alfonso.’ Vieri cut in again. ‘This has all happened rather fast. We wanted you to be the first to know.’

      ‘Of course you did.’ Alfonso’s eyes travelled to Vieri’s face, lingering there for several seconds. ‘After all, I won’t be around much longer. It would have been such a shame for me to die without knowing you had chosen a wife for yourself, wouldn’t it now?’

      ‘Let’s not talk about dying, padrino.’

      ‘Ah, but I am afraid we must, mio figlio. There are things that need to be discussed now that my time on this earth is short.’ Raising Harper’s hand, he brought it to his lips and gave the back of it a dry kiss. ‘But I am tired now so I think they must wait for another day. Thank you so much for coming to see me, my dear.’ He shifted in his seat, his face suddenly contorting with pain so that his nurse, who had been hovering in the background, rushed forward to help him. ‘You have chosen well, Vieri. She is a lovely girl.’

      As he pressed a button on his chair it slowly started to lever him upright until he was able to lean forward and grasp the walking frame that had been positioned in front of him by his nurse. ‘Now, if you will excuse me.’

      ‘Of course.’ Vieri bent to give his godfather a kiss on the cheek. ‘We will see you tomorrow.’

      ‘Tomorrow, yes.’ Alfonso gave him a weak smile. ‘Let us see what tomorrow will bring.’

      * * *

      The next day’s visit involved a longer stay, as did the day after that. Alfonso obviously delighted in his godson’s company, the affection between them clear to see. But the affection between Vieri and Harper was another matter. Far from treating her like the love of his life, Vieri merely paraded her like some sort of trophy, to be perched on a chair and then ignored. With Alfonso’s sharp intelligence missing nothing, Harper was becoming more and more convinced that they weren’t putting on a good enough act.

      On the third day, after returning to Vieri’s stunning penthouse apartment in the luxury hotel he owned in Palermo, she decided she couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Shrugging off her coat, she confronted Vieri.

      ‘I’m worried that Alfonso knows we are not a real couple.’

      ‘Why do you say that?’ Vieri had made straight for the bar. ‘I thought he seemed very cheerful today. He had more colour in his cheeks, less of that grey pallor.’ Uncorking a bottle of wine, he poured Harper a glass and handed it to her.

      ‘Yes, that’s true.’

      She watched as Vieri dropped ice cubes into his glass, pouring in a generous measure of whisky. With his shirtsleeves rolled up, his hair casually messed, he was the epitome of the billionaire playboy at ease. He was strikingly tall, his physique a perfect combination of long limbs and honed muscle beneath taut olive skin, his movements both graceful and dangerous, like a tiger on the prowl. Yes, he was far more handsome than was good for him. Or her for that matter. Despite her best intentions to remain aloof, he seemed to have the bizarre capacity to heat her skin from within whenever he looked at her, to set her body tingling with anticipation at the mere sound of his faint, but deeply sexy Sicilian accent.

      Taking a healthy sip of her wine, she turned away. She knew she had to be on her guard. She knew she really, really shouldn’t be starting to look forward to this brief, early evening time they spent together. It wasn’t as if Vieri had ever given her the slightest encouragement, shown any interest in her at all.

      In the few days since arriving in Sicily they had fallen into a routine of sorts. Vieri would work all morning while Harper was left to amuse herself. She had taken to wandering into Palermo, exploring the narrow, cobbled side streets and the exotic markets or ordering a cup of bitter dark coffee and sitting outside to watch the bustling crowds go by. The city was full of such colour and vibrancy, she was already starting to love it. Their afternoons would be spent visiting Alfonso and then in the evening Vieri would disappear into his office and she wouldn’t see him again. Despite being able to choose from the hotel’s extensive menu, prepared by one of Sicily’s top chefs, Harper had little appetite. Eating alone on the sofa, she would spend her time making calls to her father or searching social media sites on the Internet in the hope of finding some information about Leah. But there was nothing. Which only made her worry deepen still further.

      Now she moved to sit on one of the cream leather sofas. ‘I did think Alfonso was looking better today, but that doesn’t alter the fact that he knows our engagement is a sham. You underestimate how sharp he is.’

      ‘I can assure you I never underestimate anything about my godfather.’ Vieri seated himself on the sofa opposite her, the ice clinking in the glass. He sounded vaguely irritated, as if she was a slightly annoying appendage that had to be tolerated in order to solve a problem. Which she supposed she was. But the more he treated her like that, the more Harper found she couldn’t hold her tongue. She was forthright by nature, and if something needed to be said, she couldn’t help but say it. Even if every broodingly dark muscle of Vieri’s finely honed body was silently telling her to shut up.

      ‘Then you must have noticed the way he looks at us, the way he takes everything in. He is not fooled by our pretence for a minute, Vieri. If you think he believes us, the only one being fooled is you.’

      A muscle twitched ominously in Vieri’s cheek, silently conveying just how close she had come to overstepping the mark.

      ‘Well.’ With an exhalation of breath he leant back into the sofa, crossing one long leg over the other, his relaxed posture not fooling Harper for a minute. ‘As you seem to be so much more perceptive than me perhaps you would like to suggest what we do about it.’

      ‘Fine, I will.’ Refusing to be cowed, Harper placed her glass down on the table beside her. It was already half finished. She was drinking far too quickly. ‘First off we need to look as if we like each other—that would be a good start. Make eye contact, for example.’

      ‘I wasn’t aware we didn’t do that.’

      ‘Really? You spend more time looking at Alfonso’s nurse than you do me.’

      Vieri gave a wry laugh. ‘Not jealous are we, Harper?’

      ‘Hardly.’ Her reply was too fast, too vehement. ‘Why would I be?’

      ‘Why indeed?’ Dark brows quirked upwards. ‘So, lack of eye contact, duly noted. What else am I doing wrong? I’m sure you are bursting to tell me.’

      Harper frowned as she scanned his supremely confident pose. Yes, there were several things that she would be only too happy to point out to him, but many more she would keep to herself. Like the frantic beat of her blood when she was faced with that