Heiress's Royal Baby Bombshell. Jennifer Faye

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been one personal word in the whole email. In fact, he would have thought that his mother’s personal secretary had written and sent the email except for the fact it had come from his mother’s private email that not even her secretary could access.

      So the cold, impersonal email from his mother indicated that she thought he’d been gone too long. Or worse yet, she’d been reading the paparazzi headlines—which he might add were wildly exaggerated or utter works of fiction.

      He opened an email from his own secretary, Enzo, who stayed on top of everything for him. It sorted his duties into priorities, escalating and FYI items. The only problem was the priorities were now taking up more room than the other two categories. It was definitely time to go home.

      Max typed up his response to his secretary, letting the man know how to handle things until he returned to Ostania. And then he moved on to the next official email...

       Knock. Knock.

      Max granted access just as he pressed Send on another response and deleted the original email.

      “Sir, Miss Cattaneo has arrived.”

      “She has?” How could that be? He’d just checked the time, hadn’t he? His gaze moved to the clock at the bottom of the laptop monitor. A lot of time had passed totally unnoticed. “Please offer her a drink and tell her I’ll be right there.”

      He closed his laptop and moved to the adjoining bathroom. He’d meant to clean up before her arrival. He jumped in the shower, not even waiting for the water to warm up.

      Five minutes later, with his hair still damp, Max strode into the living room. Noemi was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief.

      “I’m sorry about that. Time got away from me.” He smiled at her. “Do you need more to drink?” He gestured to her empty glass on the coffee table.

      “Actually, yes. That would be nice.”

      He moved forward and accepted her glass. “What were you drinking?”

      “Water.”

      Water? He didn’t know why that struck him as strange. Perhaps he’d become accustomed to serving wine on a date. This was just one more example of how Noemi was different from the other women who’d passed through his life.

      He quickly poured water from a glass pitcher. “Here you go.”

      When he handed over the now full glass, their fingers brushed and, in that moment, he recalled the silkiness of her skin, the warmth of her touch and the heat of her kiss. With a mental jerk, he brought his thoughts back to the present.

      His mouth grew dry and he decided to pour himself some cold water. He took a drink and then sat on the couch opposite hers.

      He smiled. “It’s really good to see you again. I just never expected to run into you here.”

      She arched a fine brow. “Why? Is skiing only for men these days?”

      He inwardly groaned. She just wasn’t going to give him an inch. She was angry about the way they’d left things. And that was his fault.

      “Noemi, about our time in Milan, I handled things poorly. Is there any chance you will forgive me? And perhaps we can start over?”

      “I told you I’m fine.” Her lips said one thing but her eyes said something quite different.

      “The frostiness in this room is making me think I should go get my ski jacket and gloves.”

      Her beautiful brown eyes momentarily widened. “It’s not that bad.”

      “Maybe not on your side of the room, but standing over here, it’s downright nippy.”

      A little smile pulled at her lips. It wasn’t much but it was something.

      “That’s better,” he said.

      She tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

      “Why what?”

      “Why are you trying so hard when you could have any women you want?” Her gaze searched his as if she could read the truth in his eyes.

      “I’ve thought a lot about you since that night. I’ve wondered what it might have been like if we’d have had more time together.”

      “Really?” There was a tone of doubt in her voice.

      “Do you find that so hard to believe?”

      Her eyes narrowed. “It’s the way you wanted it—no strings attached.”

      “As I recall, you agreed.” He wasn’t going to take all the blame for the circumstances of their parting.

      The frown lines on her face smoothed. “You’re right.”

      At last, they seemed to be getting somewhere. Perhaps they could build on this and get back to where they’d once been—happy and comfortable with each other.

      He took another drink of water and then set the glass aside. His gaze rose and caught hers. “Noemi, is it possible for us to start over?”

      A noticeable silence filled the room. He knew it was too much to hope that they’d recapture the magic of that special night, but he had to try. With each passing second, his hopes declined.

      “Yes, we can try.”

      Her words caught him off guard—that seemed to be a common occurrence where Noemi was concerned. He would need to tread carefully around her in the future.

      “Would you like to eat?” he asked.

      Her eyes lit up. “I would.”

      “Good. I hope you like the menu.”

      He stepped into the kitchen to let the cook know. Then he escorted Noemi to a table that had been set next to the wall of windows where the twinkling lights of the resort illuminated ski slopes trailing down the mountainside beneath the night sky.

      He’d had the cook prepare something basic because he had absolutely no idea what Noemi liked to eat, other than pizza. That’s what they’d had in Milan when neither of them felt like dressing and going out for a proper dinner. Since then he’d never been able to eat pizza without thinking of her.

      And so, after a Caesar salad, they were served a heaping plate of pasta with Bolognese sauce topped with grated Parmigiano-Reggiano. He didn’t have to ask if Noemi approved of it. He tried not to smile as she made quick work of the pasta. It was a quiet dinner as he didn’t push conversation, wanting to give Noemi a chance to relax.

      When they finished, he noticed there was still a small pile of pasta on her plate. “I take it you had enough.”

      She patted her stomach. Then just as quickly she removed her hand and a rosy hue came over her cheeks. To say she was beautiful normally was an understatement, but she was even more of a knockout with the rush of color lighting up her face.

      “It was amazing. Thank you.” She got to her feet. “It was good seeing you again. But I should be going.”

      He couldn’t let her go. Not yet. “Stay. We haven’t even had dessert.”

      “Dessert? I don’t have any room left. Not after that delicious meal.”

      “Come join me.” He moved to the couch in front of the fireplace with a fire gently crackling within it. When she didn’t make a move to follow him, he said, “Please, give me a chance to explain—about the way we left things.”

      A spark of interest reflected in her eyes. She moved to the couch. When they sat down, she left a large space between them. He hoped by the time they finished talking that the space would shrink considerably.

      “The night we met,” he said, “I was captivated by your beauty.”

      A small smile played on her lips. A good sign. Still, she remained quiet as though giving him room to explain


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