Rinaldo's Inherited Bride. Lucy Gordon
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mind. I’d love to go riding.’
Gino’s glance met hers. His eyes flashed with humour, seeming to say that, yes, he’d been thinking exactly what she thought he was thinking. But that could come later.
Since she had no riding clothes a quick shopping trip was necessary. Gino had a nice eye for women’s fashion, and refused to let her make a final choice until he had approved it.
At last, when she was wearing olive green trousers and a cream shirt, he nodded, saying, ‘Perfect with your colouring. That’s the one.’
While she paid he fetched his car to the shop. In a few minutes they were on their way out of Florence, leading north to the hills.
At a small livery stable Gino hired a couple of horses, and they set off over the countryside. Alex was soon at home on the unfamiliar mare, who had a sweet disposition and a soft mouth.
After a good gallop they stopped in a village. The local inn had a garden, and they sat there eating fresh-baked bread and strong cheese.
‘I love riding, but I haven’t done any for a while,’ Alex said with a sigh. ‘This is wonderful.’
For the first time in days she felt totally relaxed and contented. The wildness of the scenery was alien to her, yet somehow it made her feel good.
David, she was sure, would never feel at ease here. His riding was done in the extensive grounds of his country house, on elegant animals from his own stables.
She realised suddenly that she hadn’t spoken to him since she arrived. When she’d called his mobile phone had been switched off, so she had left a message.
She reached into her jacket pocket and checked her own phone, finding that it too was off. She wondered when she had done that.
She found a message from David to say that he’d called her back but been unable to get through. She dialled and found herself talking to his answering machine. After leaving a message she switched off again, returned the phone to her jacket, and looked up to find Gino watching her.
‘Is he your lover?’ he asked.
‘What?’
‘I’m sorry, I had no right to ask. But it’s important to me to know.’
‘You just want to know if I’m going to bring reinforcements out here?’
Gino shook his head. ‘No, that’s not what I meant. I have other reasons.’
His eyes told her what those reasons were. Alex did not speak. She wasn’t sure what she would have said about David right now.
‘You’re like Rinaldo,’ Gino said. ‘He plays his cards close to his chest too.’
‘Don’t you dare say I’m like him!’ she cried in mock indignation. ‘He has no manners, and he acts like a juggernaut.’
‘He really got under your skin last night, didn’t he?’
‘So he told you that? And how much of this meeting will you tell him about?’
She was teasing and he answered in the same vein. ‘Not all of it.’
‘Make sure he knows that I can be a juggernaut too.’
‘I’ll bet you made it plain to him yourself.’
She laughed. ‘Come to think of it, yes I did.’
‘You’ve got a lot of power, and he doesn’t like other people having power, especially over him.’
‘Well, it’ll all be sorted out soon.’
‘But how? You want your money.’
‘Hey, there’s no need to make me sound mercenary—even if Rinaldo thinks I am.’
‘Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. But if we can’t raise the money soon there’ll be plenty who can, not just Montelli. Have any of the others approached you?’
Alex regarded him with her head on one side.
‘Gino,’ she teased, ‘why don’t you just tell Rinaldo not to treat me like a fool? Say you’ve had a wasted day.’
Gino’s eyes gleamed.
‘But the day isn’t over yet. And, though you may not believe it, the mortgage seems less important by the minute. There are so many other things about you that matter more.’
She gave him a smiling glance, but didn’t answer in words.
They rode quietly back to the stables in the setting sun. Gino said little as he drove her back to Florence, but as he drew up outside the hotel he said, ‘May I take you to dinner tonight?’
She couldn’t resist saying, ‘To make sure that nobody else does?’
He smiled and shook his head. ‘No,’ he said simply. ‘Not for that reason.’
She just stopped herself from saying, ‘And pigs fly!’ He was a nice lad, and she was going to enjoy flirting the evening away with him. It would be different if she were fooled by his caressing ways, but she wasn’t. Her heart was safe, and so, she was sure, was his.
There would be no disloyalty to David, and she might learn something useful in the coming battle.
‘I’ll believe you,’ she teased. ‘Thousands wouldn’t.’
They settled that he would collect her at eight o’clock, which gave her time to find something to wear. She had thought herself well equipped with clothes, but the hotel’s shopping arcade had a boutique with the latest lines from Milan.
With leisure to steep herself in Italian fashion she discovered it was unlike anything she had known before. She stepped into the shop, telling herself that she would just take a quick look. When she stepped out again she was the proud owner of a dark blue silk dress, demure in the front and low in the back, clinging on the hips.
His eyebrows went up when he saw her in the daring dress, complete with diamond earrings.
‘Signorina,’ he said softly, ‘to be seen with you is an honour.’
Alex couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing.
‘What?’ he asked in comic dismay.
‘I’m sorry,’ she choked. ‘But I can’t keep a straight face when you start that “signorina” stuff. I wish you’d just call me Alex, and remember that you’re far more appealing when you’re not trying so hard.’
‘Does that mean you do find me appealing sometimes?’ he asked with comical pathos.
‘Are you going to feed me, or are we going to stand here talking all night?’ she asked severely.
‘I’m going to feed you,’ he said hastily. ‘I’ve booked us a table in a place very near here. Can you walk in those shoes?’
Her long legs ended in delicate silver sandals, with high heels.
‘Of course I can,’ she told him. ‘It’s just a question of balance.’ She added significantly, ‘And I’m very good at doing a balancing act.’
It was a perfect evening as they strolled down to the banks of the Arno and across the Ponte Vecchio. Alex paused to look into the shops that lined the bridge. There had been goldsmiths here for centuries, and their wares were still displayed in gorgeous profusion.
As at lunchtime, they ate near the river. Now the daylight was fading, the lamps were coming on, reflected in the water, and there was a new kind of magic.
Gino was also a perfect host, surrounding her with a cocoon of comfort and consideration, entertaining her with funny stories.
She made him talk about the farm and his life there, while she ate her way through chicken liver canapés, noodles with hare sauce, and Bistecca al la Fiorentina, a charbroiled steak.