The Italian's Twin Consequences (Mills & Boon Modern) (One Night With Consequences, Book 53) by Caitlin Crews

Author:Caitlin Crews [Crews, Caitlin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2019-03-31T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

SARINA WAS STILL in the same clothes she’d had on this morning, and now that he wasn’t trying to tear into her, Matteo allowed himself to notice that what she wore looked soft and far more lived-in than the crisp black pieces she’d worn at both of their official sessions. And avenging angel or not, he couldn’t help thinking that this was the real Sarina before him.

She looked...approachable, instead of sleek and intimidating. Touchable instead of bristling with all her deliberately sharp edges.

Not that thinking such things helped Matteo handle that wild, nearly out-of-control greed for her inside him any better.

She’d put her hair up, clipping it back from her face in the way he knew she liked. But all it did was draw more attention to her fascinatingly high cheekbones and her beautifully wide mouth.

And all he could think about was the fact he knew how she tasted.

“What brings you back into my lair?” he managed to ask when the silence had dragged out too long and still she stood there, not quite inside the library. As if she planned to turn and run at the faintest sign from him.

Matteo opted to flash that sign. He lifted himself from his chair as if they were facing off. As if this house was a boxing ring and as if, at any moment, he expected a fight might break out. He squared his shoulders like he was preparing to go a few rounds with her, and he didn’t allow himself to remember each and every time he’d watched his father do the same.

Just as he didn’t allow himself to think any further about how much of Eddie there was in him, especially around this woman.

“I expected you to make a break for it,” he said instead. “It’s an hour’s walk into the village. Another hour or so to York to catch a train. You could have made it down to London by now.”

Sarina’s mouth curved, though if it was a smile, it made his chest hurt. And made that greedy thing inside him kick into higher gear.

He had to believe that whatever that said about him, it wasn’t good.

But he couldn’t seem to make it stop. Any of it.

“The story of what happened to Jeanette isn’t new to me,” Sarina said quietly, her dark gaze on his. “I’m no more or less sad about her than I was when I woke up this morning.”

“Good,” Matteo heard himself say, and was struck at once by how scratchy his own voice was.

And how inadequate his response seemed, particularly as it hung there between them like smoke.

And he noticed too many things in the silence that stretched out across the library then. The light had changed over the course of the day as the typical clouds had crept in. Now that it was evening and the last of the sun was clinging to the horizon, all he could see in this library—in this house—were the shadows. Like creeping, deepening monuments to all the

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