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“Did you or did you not arrange for me to ge
t a new job and a new apartment?”
How had it all come apart this quickly?
“Answer me, damn you!”
“Yes,” Draco said, “but—”
“How could you be so stupid? How could you even dream I would ever be any man’s mistress? Especially yours!”
“I made a mistake. I know that. I didn’t think. I was so—so intent on not losing you—”
“On owning me, you mean.” Her voice broke. “What an idiot I was! How I could have let myself think that you—that I …”
She spun away and ran from the room, Draco on her heels, but she reached the bedroom first, slammed and locked the door.
“Anna!”
Draco pounded on the door, but it remained closed until she flung it open. She was fully dressed: sneakers, jeans, the to-hell-with-men T-shirt, the carry-on over her shoulder, the bulging briefcase under her arm.
“I phoned for a taxi. Make sure the gate opens for it.”
“Anna—”
“Damnit, Draco, did you hear what I said?”
“Anna. I beg you—”
“It was a great week,” she said, her eyes, her voice, everything about her as icy and unyielding as when they’d first met. “I’ve never had an Italian lover before. Thanks for giving me the chance to add you to my list.”
It was a solid metaphorical blow, delivered by a tough street fighter.
He had to admire her for it, even though she had just broken his heart.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“SO, what do you think, Iz? Too much color? Not enough? What?”
Isabella Orsini stood in the center of her sister’s minuscule living room, arms folded, brow furrowed, watching as Anna held paint samples against the wall.
“What I think is, it’s Friday night. You want to go to a movie?”
“Answer the question. Too bright? Too dull? Which?”
Isabella sighed. “Try that orange one again.”
“Which orange one? Pumpkin Patch? Russet Red? Autumn Peach?”
“That’s ridiculous. Peaches are a summer fruit. There are no peaches in autumn.”
“Go over to the Whole Foods on Union Square. I’ll bet they have peaches.”
“For goodness sake, Anna, you know what I mean.”
“Just answer the question, okay? Pumpkin? Russet? Autumn?”
Isabella sighed. “You want the truth, I don’t like any of them. Tell me again why we’re going to paint this room?”
