Welcome to Mills & Boon. Jennifer Rae

watched Helena as she skipped between the vines, peppering Gia with questions at every step. Gia, for her part, answered every one thoughtfully, following Helena at a more careful pace. Eventually Flynn tuned out of what they were saying altogether and just studied his wife.

      She was golden in the sunlight, shining with—no, radiating—life and energy. Now they had escaped the villa, she seemed to have come to life. She’d been lovely in her borrowed wedding dress, gorgeous in that slippery silky thing on their wedding night, and pretty in the simple tailored shorts and tees she’d been wearing around the villa—but today, in a simple sundress and sandals, she was beautiful. She was alive.

      Absently, Flynn pulled his phone from his pocket to check if Henry had sent through his flight details yet. The sooner they got this contract sorted, the sooner he could start making this marriage everything he’d planned for it to be. But there were no messages from his solicitor, or his PA, and as Flynn frowned at the screen Helena turned around to scowl at him.

      ‘No working on honeymoon,’ she said, plucking the phone from his hand and dropping it into her ridiculously large straw bag.

      Gia’s face tensed behind Helena. Flynn suspected she’d seen this between guests before, and that it didn’t always end well. Except he and Helena weren’t most guests, were they?

      ‘I hope you can find that again in there,’ he said mildly. ‘It’s got all the rest of our honeymoon activities scheduled on it.’

      ‘All of them?’ Helena asked with arched brows, and Gia laughed.

      ‘Perhaps not all,’ Flynn allowed.

      ‘Good.’ Helena twirled back to face Gia. ‘Because I might have one or two surprises to add to it.’

      Flynn’s body tightened, just a little, at the warmth and promise in her voice that had been so absent the last few days, and he took a moment before following the women along the path. Maybe he’d plan a few surprises for Helena, too. The moment he had that contract signed.

      Gia ended their tour right back where they had begun—at the back door to the farmhouse. Flynn wasn’t sure if he’d learned very much about growing grapevines, but he was certainly ready for the wine-tasting.

      As Gia opened the door to let them back into the kitchen, a man’s voice floated out over a babble of childish nonsense. ‘Trust me, baba, you won’t like that one.’

      ‘Is he after the salami or the wine today?’ Laughing, Gia crossed the kitchen to give both man and baby a kiss on the cheek. ‘Helena, Flynn. This is my husband, Roberto, and our son, Casper.’

      ‘Pleased to meet you,’ Flynn said, glancing over at Helena. She stood, mesmerised by the child, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Was she thinking of the child they might have soon? He hoped so. ‘I’m Flynn Ashton, and this is my wife, Helena.’

      Breaking her reverie, Helena smiled suddenly and waved at Casper. ‘Hi.’

      ‘We’ll get out of your way now,’ Roberto said. ‘Everything should be set out. We’d have left already if somebody hadn’t got a little hungry.’ He held up a small bowl with some fresh fruit cut into baby-sized pieces. ‘Come on, Casper. Let’s see what birds we can spot from the terrace today.’

      As Roberto and the baby wandered back out again, Gia watched them go. They were a nice family, Flynn thought. Obviously working together to keep everything—childcare and wine-making—running smoothly. He admired that.

      He wanted that for himself. He’d discussed it with Thea, of course, although he’d planned to do so in greater detail after the wedding. He didn’t want a wife waiting at home for him, organising parties and social events while sending her children off to boarding school, the way Isabella had done. He wanted a family where every member belonged and felt at home.

      Watching Helena in the sunlight, he’d almost been able to picture it—more so even than he’d ever managed with Thea. It was possible, he thought with a smile, that losing his fiancée on his wedding day might turn out to be the best possible thing for his future. Whatever Helena said about their union being temporary, if they wanted, her behaviour said otherwise. If she didn’t intend for it to last, why would she have accosted him in that negligee on their wedding night? No, Helena wanted this to work as much as he did—seeing her staring at the baby only confirmed that for him.

      They’d talk, just as he planned. Maybe over lunch. Once she understood what this marriage meant to him, the contract negotiations were bound to go more smoothly. And then they could get on with properly enjoying the honeymoon.

      He smiled again at the thought, before realising that Helena had already sat down at the tasting table and Gia was pouring their first wines. He slipped into the seat beside his wife and thought, just for a moment, about taking her hand.

      But when he looked across, he saw a frown line marring her forehead and realised that the sunny, happy, teasing Helena he’d admired outside had gone—and he had no idea what had changed.

      But he planned to find out.

      * * *

      Helena barely remembered anything from their tasting, later. She hoped she’d nodded in the right places, and said the right things, but she had no real idea. Flynn hadn’t said anything, so perhaps she’d managed to keep up the show. To pretend that everything was fine and normal. That seeing Casper hadn’t sent her mind spiralling back eight years.

      Normally she was better at this—at being around babies and children. But today, with Flynn there beside her, a hopeful look in his eyes...all she’d been able to think about was the baby girl she’d given away.

      Eventually, Flynn checked his watch and gave Gia an apologetic smile. ‘This has been absolutely fascinating. Thank you so much for taking the time to show us around, and letting us taste your wonderful wines.’

      ‘It’s been my pleasure,’ Gia said, beaming.

      Roberto and Casper came out to wave them off and Helena tried to ignore the tug that still pulled at her middle, even after all these years. Instead, she plastered on a smile as she waved back then got into the car.

      As the driver pulled away from the farmhouse, Helena handed Flynn back his phone, tipped her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. But her mind still filled with babies.

      Casper was a beautiful child, she thought, remembering his pudgy fingers clenched around a piece of apple, and his big brown eyes under dark curls. Nothing at all like the girl she’d given away eight long years ago, with her fine, pale baby down on her head and her unfocused blue eyes. There was no reason for him to remind Helena of her own child, except that every baby she saw did.

      Probably always would, she’d realised by now.

      But the life her daughter lived...she hoped that was like Casper’s. Happy and full of family and laughter in a way it never could have been if Helena had kept her.

      She’d done the right thing, however much it hurt. And sometimes that was all she could cling on to.

      Squeezing her eyes tighter for a moment, willing away any tears, any signs of weakness, Helena tucked away all those feelings, all the regrets and what-ifs that rose up when she least wanted them, and returned to the present day. To her husband. Blinking a few times, she watched the Tuscan countryside flashing past the car window, all greens and reds and yellows and bright, bright blues.

      How could she be sad when the world around her was so beautiful?

      Composed again, she twisted in her seat to look at Flynn. He was engrossed in his phone screen so she gave it a few moments before clearing her throat. Still nothing.

      ‘Where are we going for lunch?’ she asked.

      ‘Hmm?’ Flynn’s head moved as if he were paying her his full attention, but his gaze remained attached to the screen in front of him. Helena almost laughed, but decided not to encourage him.

      Instead, she snatched the phone from his