Your Scheming Heart by Kress Alyssa

Author:Kress, Alyssa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, world war ii, humor, painting, contemporary, church, rich, italian, adoption, wealthy, con man, scheming, icon
Publisher: Alyssa Kress

CHAPTER NINE

Sabrina stopped for a moment before going into the hotel. Through the large plate glass windows in front she could see into the lobby. It was a spacious room, with tasteful clusterings of sofas and tables. Several people had congregated there, visiting. Vincenzo was among them.

Beneath soft lights he was seated at a square table with three smiling older ladies. They were playing cards.

Oblivious to the evening chill working its way under her dress, Sabrina stood outside and watched.

She watched the easy, genuine smiles he threw at the old women, watched him frown in deep concentration over his next play. She watched the patience, the kindness that she'd found to be an integral part of his nature.

A rich man, Sabrina had thought, must be a cold and self-serving individual. A rich man who'd made his own money she'd have assumed was a ruthless shark.

At that moment the lady to his left played a card that made Vincenzo throw up his hands in mock distress. There was laughter all about the table.

Sabrina pushed through the glass door into the lobby.

The smile faded from Vincenzo's face. His gaze settled on Sabrina with a dark and deep intensity. He showed more in his face than he probably knew that he felt.

Without taking his eyes from her, Vincenzo got to his feet.

"Oh, don't let me stop you." Sabrina smiled as she laid a hand on his forearm. He was wearing one of those expensive, ridiculously soft sweaters, the kind that emphasized by contrast the hard masculinity of his build. "There's no reason to stop your game."

The three ladies looked up at her with bright curiosity. They had identical hairstyles of curled gray. Two wore soft cardigans. The third had a handful of knitting.

Vincenzo finally seemed to remember they weren't alone. "Ah, ladies, I would very much like you to meet—"

"Sara Redmon," Sabrina supplied. It would be like Vincenzo to give her real name to these busybodies.

"My business partner," Vincenzo explained. Then he looked at Sabrina in a way that made a joke out of this job title.

The old ladies smiled, they tittered. The one with the knitting poked her neighbor in the ribs. "That's all right," the poked one chirped. "We were ready to turn in anyway, weren't we, girls?"

There was a chorus of affirmatives to this obvious falsehood.

With a natural, unforced charm, Vincenzo accepted the thanks of the women as they rose. He'd had a lovely evening. He was so grateful they'd included him. The women tittered some more, gathered their things, and started for the elevators. Sabrina was left with Vincenzo at the empty table in the hotel lobby.

"You are earlier than I expected." Vincenzo smoothed a hand across the now-clear tabletop.

"The reporter wasn't as helpful as I'd hoped."

Vincenzo smiled. "Good." He caught himself and scowled. "I mean, it is good you didn't waste any more time than was necessary."

"I couldn't agree more. What were you playing?"

He gave her a blank look. "What? Oh. Canasta. One of my mother's favorite games."

Sabrina

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