December Harlequin Presents: The Greek Tycoon's Disobedient Bride\The Italian's Secretary Bride\Ruthless Tycoon, Innocent Wife\The Sheikh's Rebellious Mistress\The Mediterranean Bi by Lynne Graham

Author:Lynne Graham
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

ALICIA stood by the window, the spectacular view outside going unnoticed. It was early the following morning. She was back in her own freshly laundered clothes. She’d tied her hair back in a plait and it hung down her back, between her shoulder blades. She felt tense and worried, wanted to call the hospital to see how Melanie was, see if she’d woken up.

In the cold light of day she couldn’t believe everything that had happened. And couldn’t believe that she’d slept for almost eight hours straight. Dead to the world. In his house. She’d fought the tiredness for the longest time, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, watching the door, but her eyes had kept closing, her head jerking.

She’d tried not to give in, had told herself that she’d only close her eyes for a few minutes…but, unable to resist the lure of hot water, even just washing her face and rinsing out her underwear, the soft robe, the even softer bed…she’d fallen into the abyss that had been calling her for weeks now. Here of all places—some protective older sister that made her. Maybe it was the effects of her lingering cold as well. She was useless. She should never have come, never have left—

The key turned in the lock and she jumped around, her heart lurching crazily. Dante D’Aquanni stood in the doorway. He took her breath away. He was even more shockingly handsome in the stark daylight. Dressed in black trousers, a dark grey shirt, he looked effortlessly cool, stylish and very much the successful businessman. And he also looked extremely annoyed. Any wish to try and make him see reason flew out of the window and Alicia felt her spine straighten; the familiar pain in her lower back made itself felt again, like a dull ache. She knew she shouldn’t have been doing so much, not to mention scrambling through bushes, only to be thrown over this man’s shoulder. Her insides went hot at the thought of that, cancelling out the pain.

‘Mr D’Aquanni—’

He lifted a terse hand, halting her in her tracks when she took a tentative step forward. He came into the room with her bag and held out her phone. She reached for them eagerly. Her phone was still on silent and on the screen there were numerous missed calls listed, all from the hospital. Her bag fell out of nerveless fingers. Her face went white as she forgot everything and dialled the number.

Turning her back on Dante, she asked for the ward sister when a voice answered. What she heard when the woman came on the line made her eyes close and she said a few shaken words.

After cutting the connection she turned to face Dante D’Aquanni and he was surprised to see moisture in her eyes. He hadn’t been expecting that. He still felt slightly winded at seeing her just now, in the clear light of day. That mass of curly hair was pulled back, yet some tendrils of silky spirals were coming loose.

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