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He leaned forward, his eyes glittering. ‘That’s all? Are you sure?’
Allegra’s breath caught because she recognised the look of ferocious intent in his eyes. Of course she did. She also recognised the hot swirl of longing she felt unfurl inside herself, a languorous warmth that was lazy and urgent at the same time, wrapping her up and making her want. Him.
She licked her lips, her throat and mouth turning dry. ‘I’m... I’m not ready for that yet, Rafael.’
‘The doctor said it was safe.’ His gaze roved over her, assessing, probing, demanding.
‘That’s not what I meant.’
‘I know.’ He leaned back in his seat, the heat in his eyes turning to a slow simmer. ‘But think about it, Allegra. It could be very enjoyable for us both. It will be.’
‘I... I know.’ She had no doubts on that score. How could she, when the memory of their one night together still had the power to scorch her? And yet...the memory of the awful afterwards had the power to scorch as well, in an entirely different and unwelcome way. Things had changed between them since then, but Allegra still didn’t trust Rafael—not in that kind of situation anyway. And, she acknowledged, she didn’t trust herself.
Rafael’s mouth curled in a lazy smile as his gaze raked over her once more. ‘Let me know when you are ready. It will be soon, I think.’
She looked away, unable to stand the heat of his gaze. ‘I will,’ she answered shakily, and then wondered just what she had promised.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RAFAEL STARED UNSEEINGLY at the screen of his laptop as Allegra’s words ricocheted around his head, as they had been for the last three days, since she’d said them. You don’t need to worry, Rafael, I’m not going to fall in love with you.
Words that should have filled him with sweet relief—and they did. Of course they did. But they’d surprised him too, because he hadn’t expected such cold, clear pragmatism from her. Allegra was sensitive, emotional, romantic—whether she realised it or not. And yet she’d stated very clearly, with great certainty, that she would never love him. That she couldn’t. What the hell did that mean anyway? Was that because of her—or him? Because he wasn’t worth loving?
It was a question he hated asking, much less answering. It was a foolish, romantic question not worthy of his time. He should be thankful that his wife-to-be was so sensible. So like-minded. Moodily Rafael shut his laptop and gazed out the window of his study instead.
It was a day of lemon sunshine and blue skies, and he was tired of spending it inside. Tired of mulling over everything Allegra had said.
In the three days since their conversation he’d made an effort to spend more time with her. It wasn’t always easy, and their conversations were sometimes stilted and jarring, but he had to admit to himself he actually liked being with her. Enjoyed hearing her clear, crystalline laugh, seeing her infectious smile. She’d had much sorrow in her life, but she was made for joy. Joy he wanted to give her, whether it was a gift or a touch...or more. But did she want to receive it? Receive him?
Why was he thinking like this?
The sound of crunching gravel had Rafael rising from his seat. A delivery van was approaching the front of the villa, and he knew what it held. A smile touching his lips, he headed downstairs.
‘What is all this?’ Allegra asked as the delivery man began bringing in boxes.
‘Your things,’ Rafael said simply. ‘I had everything shipped from your apartment.’
‘You did?’ She looked flummoxed.
‘Did you think we would leave it behind?’
‘I don’t know. I suppose I did. I knew you were terminating the lease on my apartment.’
‘But I thought you’d want your things around you.’
‘I do. Of course I do.’ She shook her head slowly, smiling at him with a pure radiance that felt like a spotlight on his soul. ‘You can be so thoughtful sometimes, Rafael. Thank you.’
‘Only sometimes?’ he teased. Their banter felt new and fragile, but kind of wonderful too. Allegra’s smile deepened.
‘Definitely only sometimes,’ she teased back. ‘But your rate is improving.’
