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A Sicilian Husband
By Kate Walker Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved. ISBN: 0-373-12393-0
Chapter One
THE man at the other side of the bar was beautiful.
Beautiful.
Terrie could find no other word to describe him that fitted those devastating looks quite so well. And she had tried. Because beautiful didn't seem like quite the right word to use about someone so masculine, so totally male. And yet it was the only one that worked.
She'd tried handsome and it was too weak, too 'pretty' somehow. It didn't allow for the straight, firm slash of a nose, the sharply defined cheekbones. And good-looking was way too bland. This man was more than good-looking - he was superb!
Attractive didn't even come near the truth, and, although gorgeous fitted with the lush warmth of his mouth, the stunning deep, deep brown of his eyes, the sleek olive skin that gave away the fact that he was most definitely not English, both attractive and gorgeous lacked the hard edge that this man wore like a suit of armour, the hint of danger that lurked in those deep-set eyes. And she suspected that that mouth, although apparently sensual, could soon harden to a dangerously cruel line.
His disturbing blend of supreme confidence, bordering on arrogance, and an aura of total ease in his surroundings and himself made him stand out in the crowded room as clearly as if a spotlight had been switched on, its beam centring on the glossy mane of jet-black hair.
No, beautiful was the only word that was right. He had a starkly masculine beauty that had caught and held her attention from the moment she had walked into the room. And now she couldn't drag her eyes away, even though she suspected that the intensity of her gaze must soon get through to him. Surely he would sense that someone was staring at him, feel it like a faint touch on his skin - and then he would look up.
And even as she thought it, the heavy-hooded lids that had been lowered suddenly lifted, and the burning golden-bronze eyes blazed into hers through lush black lashes.
And the look of cold disdain, the molten glare he turned on her, the obvious distance that he clearly wanted to put between them, was so clear, so sharply cutting that it made Terrie actually jump in her seat. Hastily she looked away again as quickly as possible. Heat screamed along the nerve paths of her body, searing a sense of burning embarrassment and humiliation at being caught staring like that. It was the behaviour of some lust-smitten adolescent confronted by the boy-band focus of her latest crush. She had never done anything quite so crass in her life before.
Stop it! she told herself in furious but silent reproof. Stop this nonsense right now!
The woman at the other side of the bar was staring straight at him, Giovanni Cardella realised. Staring straight at him with a mindless, dumbstruck expression on her face that made it look as if she had never seen a man before in her life. Sliding another glance in her direction through the concealment of thick, dark lashes, he frowned deeply, and dropped his eyes again to stare down into his glass.
Another woman.
Another woman who wasn't Lucia. Another woman who was making it plain that she found him attractive when that was the last thing on God's earth that he wanted.
He was no fool. He knew that he had the sort of looks, the colouring, the height, the build that drew female eyes his way. And that when their gaze rested on him, it lingered. As soon as it had become known that he was alone, they had been there. The female vultures had gathered, all seeking to 'comfort' the rich widower.
But he had no time, no inclination for other women. There had only ever been one woman in his life - Lucia. And Lucia had been all he had ever wanted.
And this woman was no Lucia. For one thing, she was a pale ash blonde with the sort of delicate complexion that came with the impossible weather on this rain-soaked island. And she was tall; even though she was sitting down he could tell that. Lucia had been petite; slight, dark and stunning. This woman, with her blue-grey eyes and fair hair, was like the opposite. The negative to Lucia's positive.
And she was still looking, damn her!
Today of all days, her bold stare felt like an invasion. It pushed into the privacy of his thoughts, intruded into his memories. And he hated that.
"Madre di Dio!"
Hot fury washed over him, driving him to lift his eyes again, when he would far rather have kept them fixed on the ground. His gaze swinging to her face in a rush, he turned on her a blazing glare that held all the force of the rejection of her unsubtle approach that burned in his soul.
"Oh, damn!" Terrie muttered under her breath, horrified by the response her unthinking reaction had caused.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
And the trouble was that even looking swiftly away and down at the table did nothing to ease the sensation of embarrassment and unease. She could still feel the scorch of his contempt searing over her skin, stripping her of a much-needed layer of protection.
"Well, it's time we got back."
Beside her, Claire and Anna drained their glasses and made moves to get to their feet, picking up handbags, pushing back their chairs.
"You coming, Terrie?"
"What? No - I think I'll give this last session a miss."
What was she doing? This was the perfect opportunity to sneak out of there, disappear before she made an even greater fool of herself. If she went now, then she and this man, the stranger she had been caught staring at, would probably - hopefully - never catch sight of each other again. If she could hide herself in the bustle and crowds of the conference she had come here to attend then hopefully he would forget about her and her faux pas would be overlooked as well.
But the truth was that she really didn't want to go. Even before she had come into the bar with her friends she had determined that the last session of the sales conference was more trouble than it was worth.
"Are you sure?"
Terrie nodded emphatically, shaking loose some of the blonde locks that she had forced into a hopefully disciplined chignon at the start of the day so that they fell in disordered tendrils around her oval face.
"Absolutely. I've been bored out of my skull from the start, and I really can't take any more. Before I came here, I was beginning to suspect that a career in selling baby clothes just wasn't for me - and now I'm absolutely positive that it's not. As soon as I get back to Netherton, I'm handing in my notice and looking for something else. So there's no point at all in my going back to hear the MD spouting about quotas and new lines."
It sounded totally rational, clearly thought through. Nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that her sense of reality had just been severely rocked as a result of being confronted by the most devastating specimen of manhood she had ever seen. It had nothing to do with that, she told herself fiercely. Nothing at all.
"Well, if you've made up your mind."
Claire still looked uncertain, but Anna was pulling at her sleeve, tugging her away towards the door through which the other conference delegates were already streaming, heading back to the ballroom.
"Definitely. I'm going to finish this drink and then go to my room and pack, ready for an early getaway tomorrow."
(Continues...)
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