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‘A Bellini?’ said Laura, eyeing the drink with respect.
Domenico raised his glass. ‘Enjoy.’
Enjoy was the right word, she thought as she tasted the famous mix of fresh white peach juice and sparkling Prosecco. ‘Mmm, fabulous!’
‘Bene!’ he said with satisfaction. ‘Now, tell me what you like to eat.’
Choosing their meal was a serious business. When Laura firmly refused a first course Domenico described the main dishes in detail, teasing her because she wasn’t brave enough to try carpaccio, the raw, marinated beef of his own choice. Eventually, after much discussion, she settled for pasta baked with prosciutto, and enjoyed it enormously, but shook her head regretfully when Domenico suggested the house speciality of rich chocolate cake for dessert afterwards.
‘Thank you, but I couldn’t eat another thing.’
‘Then we shall drink coffee while you tell me your plans for tomorrow.’
‘I thought I’d go shopping for presents before I make a start on the local culture. I want something special for my mother, my sister, and my closest friend,’ she said, ticking off her fingers, ‘and inexpensive things—if there are such things in Venice—for friends at the bank.’ She smiled at him. ‘Any advice for the tourist would be welcome.’
Domenico gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled back. ‘I can do more than that. Tomorrow I shall show you the best places to find your souvenirs of Venezia.’
Laura looked at him in silence for so long he raised an eyebrow in silent question.
‘Domenico,’ she said at last, ‘why are you doing this?’
‘This?’ he repeated innocently.
She nodded. ‘I can’t believe that Lorenzo Forli asked you to go to such lengths to look after me!’
‘This is true,’ he admitted. ‘He asked me to arrange a hotel, meet you at the airport and escort you to the vaporetto, and afterwards check to see that you were happy with your hotel.’ The spectacular eyes locked with hers. ‘I did as he wanted. But now, Laura, I am doing what I want.’
She held the gaze steadily. ‘In that case I need to ask you the question you asked me.’
‘And what is that?’
‘Is there someone in your life?’
‘No.’ He shrugged an expressive shoulder. ‘There was. Now there is not.’
‘Snap,’ she said, sighing.
‘Snap? What is this?’
‘It means the same thing. I recently had someone in my life, too, but not any more.’
Domenico’s eyes softened. ‘This makes you sad, Laura?’
She shook her head. ‘Relieved, not sad. I’d known Edward for years, but not as well as I thought. I had no idea he was into embarrassing romantic gestures.’
There was a pause while coffee was served.
‘I am very curious,’ said Domenico, leaning nearer when they were alone. ‘What did this romantic man do?’
‘He took me out to dinner one night. But when the waiter took the lid off a serving dish there was a diamond ring sitting there instead of the salmon I’d asked for.’ Laura shuddered. ‘And right there in front of all the other diners Edward went down on one knee and asked me to marry him.’
‘Dio! What did you do?’
‘There was no way I could possibly humiliate him in public so I let him put the ring on my finger and kiss me, and everyone applauded.’ She smiled crookedly. ‘When I handed the ring back in the taxi afterwards Edward rejected my offer of friendship pretty violently. So we don’t see each other any more.’
‘This does not surprise me. When a man is in love it is not friendship he desires from his woman.’ Domenico got up suddenly. ‘Mi scusi, Laura, I must leave you for a moment.’
Laura watched him cross the room to speak to a waiter, who nodded quickly, pocketed the money he was given, and left the dining room. When Domenico rejoined her he pressed her to more coffee, but she shook her head.
‘Nothing else, thank you. It was such a wonderful meal. Thank you for bringing me here.’
‘Thank you for the pleasure of your company.’
Laura had expected to walk back to her hotel the way she came, via the floodlit Piazza San Marco, but Domenico took her back along silent, dimly lit alleys punctuated by bridges. He pointed out landmarks and gave her the names of the different calles as they strolled, and eventually, when they were on territory that was beginning to feel familiar, he paused on a bridge to point out the moon’s reflection in the water.
‘By day it is best not to linger on our bridges, but at night when it is quiet we may do so for a moment. In the past there were no railings,’ he informed her. ‘This meant taking much care at night.’
She gave a sudden chuckle, and he took her hand and looked down into her face.
‘What amuses you, Laura?’
‘I was just thinking that to a practical soul like me your city is too romantic for words, Domenico.’
‘Ah, but Venezia is not always kind to us as she is tonight,’ he assured her. ‘We have fog and rain and floods in winter.’
‘I can’t imagine it right now.’
‘Then you must come back again to Venice and see for yourself,’ he said, and drew her nearer.
‘I must get back to the hotel right now,’ she said hastily.
‘Let us say goodnight here first.’ He took her gently by the shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks, looked down into her eyes for a moment, then bent his head to capture her mouth in a kiss of unexpected tenderness.
‘I was told that I’d have no problem with the average Italian male,’ she said breathlessly when he raised his head. Not that there was anything average about Domenico Chiesa.
He smiled and took her hand to resume walking. ‘One kiss is a problem?’
‘I suppose not.’
‘It will be a problem for me if you now refuse my assistance with your shopping.’
‘I won’t.’ Laura grinned at him and he laughed, his hand tightening on hers. ‘Find me bargains and I forget the kiss.’
‘But I shall not,’ he said, with such a theatrical sigh she laughed at him.
‘You expect me to believe that?’
‘It is the truth,’ he assured her. ‘I shall lie awake all night thinking of the touch of your lips against mine.’
She chuckled. ‘And where will you spend this sleepless night? At the hotel you work in?’
He shook his head. ‘I have a small apartment right here in San Marco. Tonight I shall sleep—or not sleep—only a short distance away from you, Miss Laura Green.’ He smiled down at her and raised her hand to his lips. ‘I have enjoyed this evening very much. I shall call for you at nine tomorrow and we shall eat breakfast together. Sleep well.’
Chapter Two
LAURA found it hard to sleep at all for a while. The long afternoon nap was partly to blame, but Domenico’s kiss had rather more to do with it. She frowned in the darkness. If this was the effect Venice was having on her it was a good thing she wasn’t staying long.
After her restless night Laura woke late next morning and rushed through a shower, slapped on moisturiser and lipstick, wove her hair into a