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wanted more information to add to the file marked ‘Raul Di Savo’ that her heart would soon have to close.
And his voice was as deep as that occasional bell and it resonated in every cell of her body.
She wanted to turn her mouth to feel his, but she lay listening instead.
‘Half a century ago it underwent major refurbishment. Silvio made all the internal door handles with his grandfather. But it was the chandelier in the master bedroom that he really wanted to see.’
And now they both lay bathed in the dancing sunbeams of the chandelier as he told its tale.
‘It was created by three generations of Silvio’s family, long before he was born. I knew that I had to see it, so I called Allegra to arrange a viewing, and then, when I saw it, I had to own it.’
‘I can see why.’ Lydia sighed. ‘I’m back in love with Venice.’
And then she said it.
‘I never want to leave.’
It was just what people said at the end of a good trip, Raul knew, but silence hung in the air now, the bells were quiet, and it felt as if even the sky awaited his response.
He needed to think—away from Lydia. For the temptation was still there to say it, to roll into her and make love to her and ask her to remain.
It was unfamiliar and confusing enough for Raul to deal with, let alone her. And so he tried to dismiss the thought in his head that refused to leave.
And Raul knew that Lydia needed her heart that was starting to soar to be reined in.
‘People love their holidays,’ Raul said. ‘I know that. I study it a lot in my line of work. But there is one thing I have consistently found—no matter how luxurious the surroundings, or how fine the cognac, no matter how much my staff do everything they can to ensure the very best stay…’ he could see tears sparkle in her eyes and he had never once seen her even close to crying before ‘…at the end of even the most perfect stay most are ready to go back to their lives.’
‘Not always.’ Lydia fought him just a little.
And they both fought to keep the conversation from getting too heavy, but they were not discussing holidays—they both knew that.
‘I know,’ Lydia persisted, ‘that when I’ve had a really good holiday I want more of it…even just a few more days…’ She lied, and they both knew it, because Lydia had never had a really good holiday, but he kept to the theme.
‘Then that means it was an exceptional trip—a once-in-a-lifetime experience. A guest should always leave wanting more.’
He saw her lips turn white at this relegation and tempered it just a little as he told her they could never be. ‘I’ll tell you something else I have found—if people do return to that treasured memory it is never quite the same.’
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