Early the next morning, Gemma stood outside Cesare’s room and watched him through the observation glass in the intensive care unit. Her nerves twitched with each bleep, whoosh and click of the intensive care machines. Her heart broke to see the strong man lying so still, his gaze trained toward the ceiling.

      She longed to sit beside him for a while and just talk like they had countless times. But nobody was allowed in his room.

      Nobody but family and they weren’t around.

      “May I help you?” a nurse said, startling her.

      “Where is his family?” she asked, annoyed that Stefano wasn’t here by his father’s side.

      “His son and sister just left a few minutes ago,” the nurse said, and Gemma wondered if they had gone out for breakfast. Perhaps Stefano was en route to his ship to fetch her. Wouldn’t he be surprised, and not in a good way?

      “I expect they will return within the hour,” the nurse said. “Are you a friend of the family?”

      “I’m Cesare’s personal secretary. How is he?”

      “He suffered a stroke during surgery but he is stable now,” the nurse said.

      “His prognosis?”

      The nurse shook her head and moved away, leaving Gemma to wonder if she was refusing to answer or if Cesare’s condition was that dire. She feared it was the latter.

      Mio Dio! Cesare had told her this was a possibility during the surgery he faced and she’d refused to believe it could happen to him.

      Take care of Rachel, he’d told her.

      That responsibility rested heavier on her now. How could she possibly see to the child’s needs and be Stefano’s willing mistress as well? How could she continue to keep the two worlds apart?

      One month. That’s all she had to abide by Stefano’s agreement. Never mind that she’d felt whole and wanted and loved in his arms. Never mind that she hadn’t wanted the moment to end.

      Cesare was adamant that Stefano not know about Rachel. He didn’t trust his own son with his love child’s care. But could he have misjudged his son? Could she trust Stefano with the truth?

      She wished she knew!

      Her head spun just thinking of the needs Rachel still required. The private school and nanny were another matter. Had Cesare made arrangements for Rachel’s future?

      She hoped so for she couldn’t turn Rachel down. Not after investing so much of herself in the child’s recovery.

      “I’ll take care of Rachel,” she whispered, wishing Cesare was awake and could hear her promise. But it won’t be easy, she silently added.

      How could she possibly manage it alone?

      The scuff of a shoe behind her snapped her from her dire musings. Someone was very close to her, and the energy crackling in the air could only be generated from one arrogant Italian. Stefano.

      Gemma steadied her breathing the best she could and turned, but her chest felt too tight and her stomach knotted with dread as her gaze clashed with Stefano Marinetti’s flashing dark eyes.

      He was the embodiment of a Roman sentry garbed in tailored Armani and a glacial scowl. Anger eddied off him in heat waves.

      “A word in private with you,” he said, his voice sharp and disapproving.

      “Of course,” Gemma said, not wishing to vent her anger in front of the nurses.

      But she lifted her chin to let Stefano know she was not sorry she’d defied him. All show, for her insides quaked with uncertainty and fear. Not fear for herself.

      No, for Cesare’s recovery and for his child. For her own agreement with Stefano. What would the future hold for them?

      She pushed past the man she’d loved to distraction last night and came face-to-face with an older woman. Even if the family resemblance hadn’t been unmistakable, Gemma knew this was Cesare’s sister.

      “E’questa la donna?” the woman asked Stefano, her dark eyes as censoring as her nephew’s.

      “Sì,” he said, leaving Gemma to wonder what he’d told his aunt about her.

      Nothing good she was sure, given he bore no resemblance to the gentle, sensual man she’d made love with last night. And could that have been his goal all along? Had he set out to break down her defenses with the love she craved so she’d reveal his father’s secrets?

      Had he tried to seduce her into trusting him?

      If so then he’d misjudged her loyalty to Cesare.

      From what she’d learned of him, he disliked being wrong or bested. Right now hard, unyielding Stefano ruled in the light of day, and it was obvious he was furious with her for escaping his yacht and coming here.

      So she hurried down the hall with his hand pressed to the small of her back. Thankfully nobody could hear her knees knock with worry.

      Nobody but her felt her heart aching with indecision. That small, dominating hold on her was creating havoc within her, reminding her of the passion they’d shared. Of the heat that still flared between them.

      Was that all it was? Sex?

      It must be. But even as she settled on that reason, she feared that another emotion had begun to take root last night. Love.

      Last night he’d made love to her so thoroughly and so deeply that her heart had beat in tandem with his. She’d seen a tenderness in him that he kept hidden, a vulnerability that she’d glimpsed once before when he’d mentioned his sister- in-law’s deceit.

      She’d sensed his raw need tinged with fear and her heart had melted then and there. She’d ached to comfort him. To hold him into the night. To love him now and forever.

      She’d melded with the soul of the man and knew he was capable of intense compassion as well as passion. She wanted to believe he’d embrace the role of Rachel’s brother. She wanted to trust that Stefano Marinetti would finally put family above business and himself. She wanted to believe