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  ‘But you don’t mind benefiting from it?’

  ‘I don’t mind benefiting under Enrico’s will because that’s what he wanted. I dare say he would have left me money, but his cash was tied up in you. You’re acting as though I have no right to recover it. I’m sorry if it’s come as a shock to you, but it isn’t my fault that your father didn’t tell you.’

  ‘Be silent!’ The words were swift and hostile and the look he turned on her was like a dagger. ‘Do not speak of my father.’

  ‘All right, but don’t blame me for a situation I didn’t create.’

  He was silent for a moment and she could see that she had taken him aback. After a while he said, ‘Nobody doubts your right to accept your inheritance, but I suggest that you be careful how you go about it.’

  ‘What you mean is that you demand that I go about it in the way that suits you,’ she replied at once.

  Something that might almost have been a smile passed over his bleak face and was gone.

  ‘Let us say that you should consider the whole complex situation before you rush to a decision,’ he said at last. ‘Every penny the farm has is tied up until the harvest. You’ll get your money, but in instalments.’

  ‘That’s no use to me. I have my own plans.’

  He regarded her. ‘If your plans conflict with mine, let me advise you to drop them. In the meantime, you should leave Italy.’

  ‘No,’ she said bluntly.

  ‘I strongly advise you-’

  ‘The answer is no.’

  ‘Signorina,’ Rinaldo said softly, ‘you do not know this country.’

  ‘All the more reason for remaining. I’m part Italian and this is my country too.’

  ‘You misunderstand. When I said “this country” I didn’t mean Italy. I meant Tuscany. You’re not in cool, civilised England now. This is a dangerous place for intruders. Those dark hills look inviting, but too often they’ve hidden brigands who recognised no law but their own.’

  ‘And I’ll bet they were led by someone just like you,’ she challenged him back. ‘Someone who thought he had only to speak and the world trembled. Do you see me trembling?’

  ‘Perhaps you would be wiser if you did.’

  ‘Stop trying to scare me. It won’t work. I’ll do what suits me, when it suits me. If you don’t like it-tough. After all, that’s the code you live by yourself.’

  This was a shot in the dark. She barely knew him, but instinct would have told her the sort of man he was, even if his own words and attitude hadn’t made it pretty plain. He was overbearing, and he wouldn’t be too scrupulous about how he got his own way. That was her estimation of him.

  The sooner he realised that, in her, he’d met his match, the better.

  ‘Are you suggesting that I’m a brigand, signorina?’

  ‘I think you could be if you felt it necessary.’

  ‘And will it be necessary?’

  ‘You tell me. I imagine we judge the matter differently. I don’t want instalments. I need a lump sum, fairly soon. I have a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and to seize it I need money. But we can work it out. Perhaps someone else can take over the mortgage-a bank or something.’

  Suddenly his face was dark, distorted.

  ‘Don’t try to involve strangers in this,’ he said fiercely. ‘Do you think I’d allow them to come interfering-dictating-Maria vergine!’

  He slammed one hand into the other.

  ‘I’ve had enough of the way you talk to me,’ Alex said firmly. ‘Once and for all, try to understand that I will not be bullied. If you thought I would just collapse, you picked the wrong person.’

  ‘I’m only trying-’

  ‘I know what you’re “only trying” and I’ve heard enough. Now I’m going out. If you wish to talk to me you can make an appointment with my lawyer.’

  ‘The hell I will!’

  ‘The hell you won’t!’

  Alex snatched up her purse and made for the door. Grim-faced, he moved fast, and she thought he was going to bar her way. Instead he opened the door for her and followed her out.

  In the street she walked on without looking where she was going.

  ‘Which of them are you going to meet now?’ he demanded, walking beside her.

  ‘Well, of all the-’

  ‘Tell me.’

  ‘It’s none of your business.’

  He got in front of her, forcing her to stop. ‘If you’re meeting Montelli it is my business.’

  ‘If and when I meet Signor Montelli it will be in my lawyer’s office, which is also where I will meet you-always supposing that I want to meet you. Now please get out of my way. I’d like to find somewhere to eat.’

  Slightly to her surprise he moved aside. ‘I can recommend a good place in the next street-’

  ‘You mean it’s run by a friend of yours who’ll keep an eye on me?’ she said lightly.

  ‘You’re full of suspicion.’

  ‘Shouldn’t I be?’

  Wryly, he nodded. ‘You’re also a very wise woman.’

  ‘Wise enough to pick a restaurant for myself. Your choice might have arsenic in the wine.’

  ‘Only if you have put me in your will.’

  The last thing she’d expected from him was a joke, and a choke of laughter burst from her. She controlled it quickly, not wishing to yield a point to him.

  Then she turned a corner and stopped in sudden delight at what she saw.

  Before her was a huge loggia filled with stalls, selling pictures, ornaments, lace, leather goods, fancy materials. Everywhere was brightly coloured and bustling with life.

  Most fascinating of all was a large bronze boar perched on a pedestal which contained a fountain, its tusks gleaming, its mouth open in a grin that mixed ferocity and welcome. Unlike the rest of the body, the nose was gleaming brightly in the late evening sun.

  Even as Alex looked, two young women went up to the boar and rubbed its nose.

  ‘That’s why it shines,’ Rinaldo said. ‘You rub the nose and make a wish that one day you’ll return to Florence.’

  Smiling, Alex put out her hand, but withdrew it without touching the bronze animal.

  ‘I’m not sure what I’ll do,’ she said, as though considering seriously. ‘Wishing to return to Florence would mean that I was leaving, wouldn’t it? And that’s so much what you’re trying to make me do that I think I should do the opposite.’

  He eyed her with exasperation. But he did not, as she had been half hoping, show signs of real annoyance.

  ‘Of course, if I just decide to stay here, I wouldn’t need to return,’ she mused.

  ‘I suppose this entertains you,’ he growled. ‘To me it’s a waste of time.’

  ‘I’m sure you’re right. I’ll defer a decision until I’ve worked out what would annoy you the most.’

  She began to turn away, but he grasped her upper arm with a hand that could almost encompass it. His grip was light, but she could sense the steel in his fingers, and knew that she had no chance of escape until he released her.

  ‘And then you’ll annoy me, for fun,’ he said. ‘But beware, signorina, to me this is not fun. My life’s blood is in Belluna. You will remember that, and you will respect it, because if you do not-’ his eyes, fixed on hers, were hard as flint ‘-if you do not-you will wish that you had. I have warned you.’

  He removed his hand.

  ‘Enjoy your meal,’ he said curtly, and vanished into the crowd.

  It was over. He was gone. All the things she ought to have said came crowding into her head now that it was too late to say them. All that was left was the imprint of his hand on the bare skin of her arm. He hadn’t held her all that tightly, but she could still feel him.

  She turned away from the market and walked on through the streets. She found a restaurant and entered, barely noticing her surroundings.

  The food was superb, duck terrine flavoured with black truffle, chick-pea soup with giant prawn tails. She had eaten in the finest restaurants in Lo
ndon and New York, but this was a whole new experience. More art than food.

  ‘Definitely, I am not going home before I have to,’ she murmured. ‘He can say what he likes.’

  CHAPTER THREE

  A LEX decided to allow herself the next day for sightseeing. It beat sitting in her room waiting to see what Rinaldo would do next.

  But as she descended into the foyer the bulky form of Signor Montelli darkened the door. Alex groaned at the sight of the oily, charmless man whom she remembered from the wake. Reluctantly she sat down with him at a table in the hotel’s coffee shop.

  ‘I have come to solve your problems,’ he declared loftily.

  It was the wrong approach. Alex was immediately antagonised.

  ‘I’m sure that I have no problems that you could possibly know about,’ she replied coolly.

  ‘I mean that I’m prepared to pay a high price for your mortgage on the Farnese property. I’m sure we can come to terms.’

  ‘Perhaps we can, but not just yet. I must give the first chance to the Farnese brothers.’

  He shrugged dismissively. ‘They can’t afford it.’

  ‘How do you know how much it is?’ she asked curiously.

  ‘Oh-’ he said airily, ‘these things become known. I’m sure you want to turn your inheritance into cash as soon as possible.’

  Since this was precisely why she’d come out to Italy it was unreasonable of Alex to take offence, but she found her resistance stiffening. This man was far too sure of himself.

  ‘I’m afraid I can’t discuss it with you until I’ve discussed it with them,’ she said firmly.

  He named a price.

  Despite herself Alex was shaken. The money he offered was more than she was owed. The accountant in her spoke, urging her to close the deal now.

  But her sense of justice intervened and made her repeat, ‘I must speak to them first.’

  His eyes narrowed. ‘I’m not a patient man, signorina.’

  ‘I’ll have to take the risk of losing your offer, won’t I?’ she said lightly. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me.’

  As she rose Montelli’s hand came out and grasped her wrist.

  ‘We haven’t finished talking.’

  ‘Yes, we have,’ she snapped, ‘and if you don’t release me right now I shall slap your face so hard that your ears will be ringing for a week.’

  ‘Better do as she says,’ Gino advised. ‘Otherwise I’ll get to work on you myself.’

  Neither of them had seen him come into the coffee shop. Montelli scowled and withdrew his hand.

  ‘Shall I thump him for you anyway?’ Gino asked her pleasantly.

  ‘Don’t you dare!’ she said firmly. ‘If there’s any thumping to be done I want the pleasure of doing it personally.’

  Gino grinned. Then, glancing at Montelli, he said curtly, ‘Take yourself off.’

  The transformation in him was astonishing. Instead of the smiling boy there was a hard, steely man. Then it was over, and the pleasant young man was there again. But for a moment Alex could see that this was Rinaldo’s brother.

  Montelli saw it too, for he scuttled away.

  ‘My chance to rescue a damsel in distress,’ Gino said, laughing. ‘And you had to spoil it. Couldn’t you have pretended to be just a little bit scared for the sake of my male ego?’

  ‘Oh, I should think your male ego is in fine healthy shape, without me buttering it up,’ Alex observed, laughing with him.

  ‘Signorina, you understand me perfectly,’ he said.

  He said ‘signorina’ differently to his brother, she thought, softer, almost with a caress, not grim and accusing. A natural flirt. A merry, uncomplicated lad. He would be excellent company.

  ‘Are you going out?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes, I thought I’d do some sightseeing. I’ve never been to Florence before.’

  ‘May I show you around? I’m at your service.’

  ‘That would be nice. Let’s have a coffee and discuss it.’

  They found a small café near the loggia and drank coffee in sight of the bronze boar. Alex waited for him to tell her about the superstition of rubbing the beast’s nose, but he did not.

  But of course, she thought, you know all about your brother’s visit to me last night, how we fought, and then came here. He told you everything. This meeting was no accident.

  She smiled at Gino over the rim of her coffee cup, while her mind pursued her own thoughts.

  He told you to come and find me, to see if charm worked any better than growling. Well, you are delightful, my friend, and I’m happy to spend the day with you. But you don’t fool me for a moment.

  ‘Did Montelli hurt you, grabbing you like that?’ Gino asked, taking her arm gently and studying it as though looking for bruises.

  She barely felt his light touch. Nor could she recall the feel of Montelli’s hand, unpleasant though it had been. The grasp that lingered was Rinaldo’s, from the night before. Strange, she thought, how she could still feel that.

  For a moment she saw his face again, intent, deadly, ready to do something desperate at any hint of a threat to what was his.

  ‘No, Montelli didn’t hurt me,’ she said.

  Gino held onto her just a little longer than necessary, before dropping her hand and saying, ‘Let me take you to the Uffizi Gallery first. Here in Florence we have the greatest art in the world.’

  Together they went around the vast gallery. Alex tried to look at all the pictures and show a proper appreciation, but it was too much for her. She felt as though great art was pursuing and attacking her.

  They had lunch at a little restaurant overlooking the River Arno, with a perfect view of the Ponte Vecchio.

  ‘I can’t stop looking at the bridge,’ Alex marvelled. ‘All those buildings crowded onto it, making it seem so top-heavy. I keep thinking that it’ll collapse into the water, but it doesn’t. It’s miraculous.’

  ‘True,’ Gino agreed. ‘But then, all Florence is miraculous. Sixty per cent of the great art in the world is in Italy, and fifty per cent of that is in Florence. Because for the last few centuries-’

  Alex hardly heard what he was saying. She was fascinated by him. Where else, she wondered, would a farmer lecture her about art?

  But this was Florence, home of the Renaissance, which had produced men who were many sided, with subtle, wide-ranging minds.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ he said suddenly. ‘Am I becoming a bore?’

  ‘Not at all. You made me think of Renaissance man. I guess he’s still around all these generations later.’

  ‘Of course. That is our pride. Not that Rinaldo thinks so. He never raises his head from the land. But I think a man should have the soul of an artist even if he does get his hands dirty.’

  She smiled, wondering exactly how dirty Gino’s hands ever were. With Rinaldo she could believe it. He seemed to be a part of the very earth itself.

  Gino regarded her sympathetically. ‘I had thought to show you the Duomo after lunch, but-’

  ‘Could we do that another time?’ she begged. ‘I couldn’t cope with a cathedral just now.’

  ‘Fine, let’s find something less virtuous but far more fun.’

  ‘Such as what?’ she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

  ‘Horse riding?’ he asked innocently. ‘Why, what did you think I meant?’

  Her lips twitched. ‘Never mind. I’d love to go riding.’

  Gino’s glance met hers. His eyes flashed with humour, seeming to say that, yes, he’d been thinking exactly what she thought he was thinking. But that could come later.

  Since she had no riding clothes a quick shopping trip was necessary. Gino had a nice eye for women’s fashion, and refused to let her make a final choice until he had approved it.

  At last, when she was wearing olive green trousers and a cream shirt, he nodded, saying, ‘Perfect with your colouring. That’s the one.’

  While she paid he fetched his car to the shop. In a few minutes they were on their way out of F
lorence, leading north to the hills.

  At a small livery stable Gino hired a couple of horses, and they set off over the countryside. Alex was soon at home on the unfamiliar mare, who had a sweet disposition and a soft mouth.

  After a good gallop they stopped in a village. The local inn had a garden, and they sat there eating fresh-baked bread and strong cheese.

  ‘I love riding, but I haven’t done any for a while,’ Alex said with a sigh. ‘This is wonderful.’

  For the first time in days she felt totally relaxed and contented. The wildness of the scenery was alien to her, yet somehow it made her feel good.

  David, she was sure, would never feel at ease here. His riding was done in the extensive grounds of his country house, on elegant animals from his own stables.

  She realised suddenly that she hadn’t spoken to him since she arrived. When she’d called his mobile phone had been switched off, so she had left a message.

  She reached into her jacket pocket and checked her own phone, finding that it too was off. She wondered when she had done that.

  She found a message from David to say that he’d called her back but been unable to get through. She dialled and found herself talking to his answering machine. After leaving a message she switched off again, returned the phone to her jacket, and looked up to find Gino watching her.

  ‘Is he your lover?’ he asked.

  ‘What?’

  ‘I’m sorry, I had no right to ask. But it’s important to me to know.’

  ‘You just want to know if I’m going to bring reinforcements out here?’

  Gino shook his head. ‘No, that’s not what I meant. I have other reasons.’

  His eyes told her what those reasons were. Alex did not speak. She wasn’t sure what she would have said about David right now.

  ‘You’re like Rinaldo,’ Gino said. ‘He plays his cards close to his chest too.’

  ‘Don’t you dare say I’m like him!’ she cried in mock indignation. ‘He has no manners, and he acts like a juggernaut.’

  ‘He really got under your skin last night, didn’t he?’

  ‘So he told you that? And how much of this meeting will you tell him about?’