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off without one.’
Was that a swipe at her? Harper scowled to herself.
‘But actually I was very lucky. Alfonso Calleroni was a trustee of the children’s home. He looked out for me, became my godfather. Without him I may well have strayed down the wrong path.’
‘You owe him a lot?’
‘Everything.’ Harper could hear the emotion in his voice. ‘Which is why I want to do this one last thing for him. His happiness means a great deal to me.’
Harper hesitated. A thought had occurred to her that wouldn’t be pushed away. ‘Do you not think...’ she started cautiously, all too aware that Vieri was not the sort of man who liked to be challenged ‘...that your godfather is thinking about your happiness when he says he wants to see you married? Not his own.’
Swinging round to face her again, Vieri positively shimmered with hostility. ‘In the unlikely event that I should ever want your opinion, Harper McDonald, I will ask for it.’ His voice was a low hiss. ‘Until then I will thank you to keep your thoughts to yourself and do the job your sister has been paid to do. Is that understood?’
‘Perfectly.’ Harper straightened her back and turned to look out of the window. From now on she would keep her mouth shut. Even if she was the only one who could see this whole charade was stupid.
The rest of the short journey was travelled in silence until the car slowed before turning off the main road and up a long driveway. Only when it drew to a halt did Vieri turn to look at her again.
‘Before we go in, you will be needing this.’ Slipping his hand into his trouser pocket, he brought out a ring box and passed it to her. The velvet box was still warm from where it had nestled against his thigh. ‘If it doesn’t fit we can get it resized.’
Harper cautiously opened the box, realising she was holding her breath as she did so. Which was stupid. What did it matter what the ring looked like, or indeed if it was as fake as their engagement? Nevertheless as she removed it from the box, felt the weight of the green stone, saw its mocking sparkle in the dim light of the car, she had no doubt that this was the real thing. When she slid it onto her finger it fitted perfectly. Which only made her feel more uncomfortable. As did Vieri’s dark gaze, which drifted from her hand to her face, making her stomach do an inexplicable swoop.
‘You are ready?’
Harper nodded, stuffing the offending hand into her coat pocket to keep it from view as the driver came around to open her car door for her. ‘Yes.’ Somehow the right word came out, even though every part of her body was screaming no.
‘Bene. Then let’s do this.’
‘COME A LITTLE closer so that I can see you better, mia cara.’
Harper did as she was told, edging towards the reclining chair where Alfonso Calleroni was propped up by a pile of cushions, a blanket draped over his bony knees.
‘Ah, that’s better. Sit here beside me. Vieri, don’t just stand there. Pull up a chair for your young lady.’
Vieri dutifully produced a chair and placed it beside his godfather. Harper awkwardly settled herself down. If this whole situation weren’t bad enough, Vieri was making it worse by standing right behind her, his hands on the back of the chair, his unnerving presence all around her.
‘So, Harper, you say. Have I got that right?’
‘Yes.’ Harper suspected from her very brief acquaintance with Alfonso Calleroni that he probably got most things right. Despite his age and frailty and the poor state of his health she could tell he was still a very astute man. Which meant he wasn’t going to be easy to fool. Only now did she realise that she had been hoping 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