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And then there was the matter of Elena.
She’d gotten away from him tonight. He didn’t know what was bothering her, but he intended to find out. It wasn’t like Elena to act so mysteriously.
Tomorrow there was a picnic. He wasn’t sure what else Annabelle had planned for the day, but he was certain it wouldn’t be boring. Nothing about the day would be mundane, because he had every intention of once again escorting Elena to the event. It would give them a chance to finish their prior discussion.
There was something going on with Elena, and he felt driven to find out what had this international fashion model cowering from the cameras. Perhaps it wasn’t any of his business, but the worried look reflected in Elena’s eyes haunted him.
He might not have been around much in the past few years, but he was here now. By helping her, he might be able to assuage some of his guilt over losing control in Paris. If he did, perhaps they could part on good terms.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE NEXT MORNING Luca paced back and forth in the palace library.
It was time he let his father in on his life choices. Luca couldn’t help but wonder what his father would think of the fact that he’d gone back to school and received his degree in business management. He knew he was destined to run the family’s citrus business one day. And he wanted to be prepared. In fact, for the past several years, he’d been working his way up in an investment firm in Milan.
Perhaps he should have told his father all of this sooner. He’d intended to, but it never worked out. Every time they got together, they argued. His mother used to say that they butted heads so much because they were so much alike. Luca had always taken it as an insult. He had never wanted to believe that he was as stubborn and infuriating as his father—
“Luca.” His father’s voice came from behind him.
Being so deep into his thoughts, Luca hadn’t heard his father approach. He turned toward the doorway. “Hello, Father.”
“At last we talk. You really ought to get a new phone so your messages don’t get lost.”
Luca had noticed the messages, but he kept putting them off for one reason or another. “I’ve been busy.”
His father’s dark, bushy brows drew together. “Humph... How can you be busy?”
Luca inwardly groaned. Did his father always have to think so little of him? And then he realized that it was partially his fault. His stubborn pride had kept him from revealing to his father that he’d followed the path his father had wanted him to take in the first place.
Luca cleared his throat. “What did you need to talk about?”
“Is that how you greet your father?”
“It’s not like we’re the mushy type. That’s Annabelle’s area.”
His father broke out in a hearty laugh, surprising Luca. He had absolutely no idea what he’d said that was so amusing.
His father quickly recovered his composure. “Apparently you’ve spent as little time around your sister as you have me. Let me enlighten you so that you are not shocked this week. Your sister has grown up into a strong woman and a bit of a spitfire.”
That would explain the adventure she’d gone on to track down their mother’s murderer. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” Still not comfortable in his father’s presence, he said, “Now, what did you want to talk about?”
His father’s formidable presence melted away as his face seemed to age almost instantly and his broad shoulders drooped a bit. The duke closed the library door and headed for the tray of coffee and biscuits that had been left by the staff.
His father busied himself pouring a cup of coffee. “Would you like some?”
“I’m good.” Then as an afterthought, Luca added, “Thanks.”
He wasn’t used to his father being thoughtful. This meeting must be serious. And right now, he was too wired. Adding caffeine to the mix would be a mistake.
After his father fixed his coffee with some sugar and a bit of cream, he turned. He took a long swallow before returning his cup to the saucer. “You need to move home.”
Luca’s body tensed. That was it? No explanation. Nothing but an order. Throwing around his authority was so typical of his father. But he must have forgotten that Luca was no longer a child to be bossed around.
“No.” If his father would talk to him differently, he’d explain to him that he already had a job with responsibilities.
His father’s eyes flared with anger. “You don’t understand. You don’t have a choice. It’s time you stop partying and live up to your responsibilities.”
“And if I don’t?”
