Summer Loving. Cathy Williams

through his eyes caused her heart to echo his pain over losing his brother.

      But, no matter how she felt about him, she couldn’t dismiss the fact that he’d only married her because she’d been pregnant; that he’d tolerated her because she was the mother of his child. Despair rose like a riptide, threatening to suck her down.

      The music ended and she watched Cesare and the stunning Giuliana head for the bar. As he plucked two champagne flutes from the counter, his eyes met Ava’s. His gaze raked over her, sending her pulse into overdrive.

      Suddenly annoyed with his effortless power over her emotions, she lifted her glass in mock salute.

      There was no future to hang on to. At least not where she and Cesare were concerned. She didn’t doubt his love for Annabelle and therefore didn’t doubt his capacity to love. But that love didn’t stretch to her.

      The distress the thought produced made her glass tremble in her hand.

      Setting it down, she found the guest she’d spoken to earlier next to her. Before she could excuse herself, he smiled. Racking her brain, she remembered Celine had introduced him as her second cousin. He was charmingly good-looking, with light brown hair and attractively boyish brown eyes. Not wishing to appear rude, she smiled in return.

      He moved closer. ‘Drink?’ A champagne-serving waiter lingered nearby.

      Hastily, she shook her head. She’d barely eaten more than a few mouthfuls at dinner. Drinking on an empty stomach was a bad idea.

      Her admirer set his glass down with a decisive click.

      ‘Balliamo?’ He gestured to the dance floor. When she hesitated, he clasped a dramatic hand over his heart. ‘Per favore?’

      On a sudden whim, she nodded. She’d never been one to slink away to lick her wounds. As much as she wanted to shut herself off, preferably somewhere quiet, and indulge in a monster ice cream-fuelled pity party, she wouldn’t.

      She was here because of Celine. The least she could do was pretend to enjoy herself.

      ‘Wait.’ She laughed when he tried to steer her towards the dance floor.

      His face fell but when he saw her shucking off her shoes, his grin widened. The blaring hip-hop was the perfect antidote to her melancholy.

      Mario—she remembered his name now—led her to the middle of the dance floor and proceeded to prove himself an energetic dance partner.

      The next few songs flew by. Somewhere, during a twirl, her hair clasp slid off and disappeared. Feeling freer, she let go.

      When the songs slowed, she stopped dancing, grateful for the chance to cool down. ‘Thank you, that was—’ She stuttered to a stop when his arms slid around her waist.

      Just as quickly she was disengaged from him. She almost lost her balance as rough hands grabbed her from behind. The tingle along her nerve endings announced who held her before she heard his voice.

      ‘It’s time to leave.’

      Without waiting for her agreement, he tucked her behind him, then murmured low, heated words to Mario. In the strobe light, Ava saw the younger man pale.

      Cesare’s jaw was set as he straightened and manacled her wrist with one hand.

      Before she could draw breath, he was tugging her off the dance floor.

      ‘Cesare, wait!’

      He ignored her and headed towards the exit.

      ‘For goodness’ sake, stop! I need to get my shoes.’

      He stopped so suddenly she careened into him. His hard body easily absorbed the impact, but she was left with a vivid imprint of his broad, bristling masculine form. With his fingers still imprisoning her wrist, his gaze dropped to her feet.

      ‘You danced barefoot?’ he grazed out.

      ‘Yes. Now I need to get my shoes.’

      ‘Why? You’ll only discard them at the earliest opportunity.’

      ‘That doesn’t mean I want to leave them behind. They cost me a bomb.’

      His eyes glinted with danger. ‘Do not move from here.’

      The crowd parted for him as he headed for the bar. He returned seconds later, her silver shoes dangling from his fingers. Wordlessly he thrust them at her. When she didn’t immediately put them on, his eyebrow shot up.

      ‘What? My feet are killing me.’

      His gaze dropped again to her bare feet. For some reason, the sight of them seemed to annoy him further. When he glanced at her, his eyes were ablaze with a look that made her swallow and step back.

      He advanced until she was backed into a corner. ‘What do you think you were playing at back there?’ he asked through clenched teeth.

      ‘I could ask you the same thing.’

      He bared his teeth, but nothing about his expression showed he was in a merry mood. ‘How long are we going to keep doing this? We’ve tested the theory a few times these past weeks. Per favore, Ava, you need to stop pushing my buttons because I’m hanging by a thread here, and I’m seriously scared of what the consequences will mean for us if I snap.’

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      THE INTENSITY BEHIND his words sent a wave of panic through Ava.

      She swallowed, cleared her throat and shook her head. She couldn’t show him how his behaviour had affected her. ‘You were too busy renewing your various acquaintances to be bothered with me, so I decided to make my own friends.’

      Tawny eyes darkened into stormy pools. ‘And you thought the best way to enjoy yourself is to let another man put his hands all over you?’ His fists were clenched and his pallor had faded a little underneath his tan. The tic beating a wild tattoo in his cheek made her belly swan dive.

      ‘We were just dancing. No big deal.’

      His disbelieving laugh grated on her ears. ‘No big deal?’

      ‘What did you expect? That I’d sulk in a corner pining for you?’

      He released a harsh breath. ‘Ava...’

      ‘You want to leave, so let’s go.’ Unable to withstand the pressure, she pushed past him and threw open the heavy oak doors that led outside.

      The cool breeze after the nightclub’s cloying atmosphere was a refreshing welcome. Heaving lungfuls of air into her oxygen-starved body, she stopped beside the bronze and gold column that fronted the club. She sensed Cesare behind her but thought it safer not to turn around.

      ‘We can’t keep doing this to one another,’ he finally rasped in a fierce undertone.

      ‘I agree. We can’t. You’ve withdrawn from me completely, and yet you can’t stand it when another man comes within touching distance of me. Whatever is wrong with us, it’s driving me insane and I can’t stand this any more.’ Feelings she didn’t know how to deal with ricocheted through her at lightning speed.

      She seethed with anger, she wanted to cry and she wanted to scream.

      Plunging shaking hands into her hair, she lifted the suddenly heavy tresses off her heated shoulders. Tears prickled at her eyes but she furiously blinked them away.

      Divorce, it seemed, was her only escape. And yet the thought of that final severing from the man she’d dreamed she would spend the rest of her life with brought a hard lump to her chest.

      Her frenzied fingers twisted her hair into a rope at her nape.

      Cesare drew closer, bringing a renewed rush of awareness. His relentless, all encompassing heat bored down on her. She sucked in a breath and held it in, afraid to let it out lest it somehow