Bride Fit for a Prince by Rebecca Winters

Author:Rebecca Winters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2002-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

“HEY, Princess—look this way!”

She turned her head toward two reporters who took a dozen pictures in succession.

“Come on, guys. I tell you what,” she said to them, still dazed by the flashes. “If you promise not to call me princess, I’ll be happy to cooperate with you. My name is plain old Mrs. Tescotti who is married to plain old Mr. Tescotti.

“I’m a new bride, and just like any other bride, I would like to have a few days privacy in my own home with my brand-new husband.

“If you would pass the word around, then any reporter who wants to come here two weeks from this evening at six o’clock is welcome. Provided there are no more incidents of you jumping out of doorways, I’ll invite you in and give you a half hour to take pictures and ask questions. How does that sound?”

“Will your husband be here, too?” the other reporter asked.

She felt Nicco move behind her. He slid his arms around her waist. “Of course.”

More flashes went off.

“Thanks! Molto grazie!” they said in both languages before leaving the building.

When quiet reigned he whispered, “You managed to perform a minor miracle just now.”

His comment thrilled her. So did his arms that tightened briefly before letting her go.

“Let’s get my dog, shall we?”

She could have cried to find herself free again.

Callie walked down the hall with him, afraid he could hear her heart pounding too hard. He’d never know how much she’d wanted him to go on holding her.

Nicco rapped on the end door. Behind it she could hear voices. The minute it opened, Valentino came charging out in the hall to greet his master with great yelps of joy. Three days’ separation was a lifetime to an animal who was loved. Callie had been feeling the pangs of being away from Chloe since she’d left her with Dr. Wood.

A teenage boy and his mother followed. The two of them spoke in rapid Italian to Nicco before he introduced them to Callie. Though the mother was very warm and cordial to Callie, she seemed upset about something. The boy looked anxious too.

“What’s wrong?” Callie whispered.

“A few days ago they brought their cat home from the hospital. Now it’s sick again and they have no car to transport it back there because her husband is out of town. I told them to crate it and I’d take it on my bike.”

Without conscious thought Callie said, “Can I see your cat, Giovanni?”

“Sì. Come this way, signora.”

Forgetting everything else, she followed the teen through the small apartment to the kitchen where their large, grayish brown Norwegian forest cat lay on the floor, lethargic as could be.

Callie knelt down beside it. “What’s his name?”

“Figaro.”

“Oh, poor Figaro. You’re a lovely cat,” she murmured as she examined it. “What was wrong with him before?”

“The doctor said he got dehydrated,” the boy answered. “He was fine when we brought him home. Now he’s sick again.”

“Bring me its water, will you?”

“Sì, signora.”

The teenager quickly did as she asked and set the cat’s bowl of drinking water next to her.

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