The Platinum Collection: Affairs To Remember: When Falcone's World Stops Turning / When Christakos Meets His Match / When Da Silva Breaks the Rules. ABBY GREEN
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as Milo started to walk towards his grandfather. She wanted to snatch him back, as if from the jaws of danger, and even moved. But Rafaele’s hand stopped her, gripping her waist, making her über-aware of his hard body alongside hers. Even now...
Milo stopped in front of the man and asked with all the innocence of a child, ‘Why do you have a stick?’
The man just looked at him for a long moment and then barked out a laugh. ‘Dio, Rafaele, it’s like looking at you when you were that age. He’s a Falcone—no doubt about it.’
Rafaele’s hand gripped her waist so tightly now that Sam looked at him, but she could only see his hard jaw, a muscle twitching. Before she could do or say anything Rafaele had let her go and strode over to crouch down near Milo, who curled into him trustingly.
Huskily he was saying, ‘This is your grandpapa, piccolino.’
Umberto Falcone held out a hand to his grandson. ‘I am pleased to meet you.’
Milo grinned and took his hand, shaking it forcefully, making Umberto wince comically. Milo giggled and looked at Rafaele. ‘Can we play now?’
Rafaele stood up, still holding onto Milo’s hand, and something tense seemed to pass from him to his father. He said to Milo, ‘Why don’t we settle in first, hmm? We can play later.’
‘Okey-dokey.’ Milo took his hand from Rafaele’s and came back to Sam, who picked him up again.
Rafaele was now drawing her and Bridie forward to introduce them to Umberto, but gone was the joking man of moments ago. He seemed to have retreated again.
Bridie was saying politely, ‘You have a beautiful home here, Mr Falcone.’
The old man glanced at his son and said stiffly, ‘It’s not mine...it’s Rafaele’s. He bought it back after—’
‘Papa,’ Rafaele said warningly, and the man’s mouth shut.
He looked at Bridie then and said, ‘Come, let us take some refreshments and leave these young ones to settle in.’
Bridie looked at Sam, and Sam noticed that she was a bit pink in the cheeks. Sam pushed her gently in the direction where Umberto was setting off, surprisingly agile despite his cane and stooped figure. ‘Go on—sit down and have a rest. We’ll be fine.’
The housekeeper was despatching a younger woman in the direction of Umberto and Bridie with rapid Italian before leading them up the stairs herself. Sam was clinging onto Milo, afraid of the onslaught of memories lurking around each corner. She and Rafaele had made love all over this palazzo. He’d used to bring her here after work, apart from a couple of times when he’d taken her to her apartment, too impatient to wait, but she’d never spent a weekend here with him until that last weekend...
They were walking down a familiar corridor now, and Sam’s heart thumped hard when she recognised Rafaele’s bedroom door to the left. Thankfully they stopped at another door, just opposite.
‘This is your room. Milo is in an adjoining one.’
Sam walked into the room indicated by Rafaele. The housekeeper disappeared. Milo wriggled to be free and she put him down so he could explore. The room was sumptuous without being over the top. Understated luxury. Lots of discreet flower designs and soft greys. Sam heard a squeal of excitement from Milo and followed him into his room.
It was a small boy’s paradise. His bed was made in the shape of a car. The walls were bright. Books and toys covered almost every available surface. Sam looked at Rafaele helplessly as Milo found a toy train set.
He grabbed it up and went to Sam, ‘Is this mine, Mummy?’
Sam shot Rafaele a censorious look. She bent down. ‘Yes, it is, sweetie. But this is Rafaele’s house. You’ll have to leave it behind when we go home.’
Milo looked perturbed and turned to Rafaele. ‘Will you mind it for me when we go home?’
Rafaele sounded gruff. ‘Of course, piccolino.’
Milo’s lip quivered. Sam could see that it was all too much.
‘But...but what if another little boy comes and wants to play with it?’
Rafaele bent down and looked Milo in the eye. ‘That won’t happen. You are the only little boy who is allowed to play here, I promise.’
Instantly reassured, Milo spun away to start playing again.
Sam hissed at Rafaele. ‘This is too much for him. You can’t buy his affection, Rafaele.’
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