The Secret the Italian Claims by Jennie Lucas

Author:Jennie Lucas [Lucas, Jennie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2018-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

AS THE ROLLS-ROYCE drove from the private airport into the crowded and winding streets of Rome, Hallie’s head was twisting right and left. She knew she was gaping like a fish, but she didn’t care.

After five years in New York, she’d thought no city could easily impress her; yet she’d never seen anything so beautiful, so decadent, so ancient, as the Eternal City.

She looked out the window at a red sports car zipping by, at a young girl in a scarf clinging to a smiling boy on the back of a cherry-colored moped. Down the street, she saw a passionate young couple gesticulating angrily at each other in front of a sidewalk café, before the man swept the woman up into a hungry kiss.

Roma. Hallie felt the city like a thunderbolt. It was like, she thought, a huge, sexy party, with food, wine and dancing—all on top of an ancient tomb. The city itself seemed to cry out: Take every bit of joy today, for someday you will not be at the party, but below it.

“What do you think?” Cristiano looked at her over the baby’s seat in the back of the limo.

She shivered at the frank sensuality of his gaze. She could hardly believe that she was his wife. Cristiano was her husband. Good thing, too. What he’d done to her last night...

After their passionate interlude at the penthouse, they’d made good use of that bedroom on his private jet. Any time the baby slept, he drew her into his bed, into shockingly sensual delights so new she still shook at the memory.

He smiled, his eyes amused, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking about.

Blushing, she turned back toward her window, marveling as their Rolls-Royce sped down slender, crowded roads, following traffic laws she didn’t understand. They’d been met at the airport that morning by their new Italian driver, who was called Marco, and new bodyguard, Salvatore. She gaped as they drove past one incredible ancient monument and cathedral after another. Finally, they arrived at the Campania Hotel Rome, a magnificent Mediterranean-style edifice near the top of the Spanish Steps.

Tilting back her head, she gaped when she got out of the Rolls, staring up at the glamorous hotel. She held her breath as she turned to see the view. All of Rome was at their feet.

“Like it?” Cristiano murmured lazily.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Of course you have not.” He grinned, looking pleased. “Campania is the best luxury hotel brand in the world. And the Campania Roma is the best of them all.”

As Marco and Salvatore collected their bags, Hallie and Cristiano strolled hand in hand. Baby Jack, pushed by his father in the stroller, didn’t seem nearly as impressed by their surroundings. He chewed on the stuffed giraffe clipped to his shirt.

Hallie looked down at the letters imprinted on a manhole cover near the sidewalk. “What is SPQR?”

“It’s Latin. Senatus populusque Romanus—the Senate and People of Rome. You’ll see the emblem everywhere in the city.

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