you, and that man who wanted to get
you alone in his car is a reporter.”
“ Oh.”
Renzo didn’t want her
talking to the press? Did that mean he was ashamed of her or didn’t
want anyone to know about her? Then again, he had come to get her
during the event and insisted she stay beside him. Anyone looking on
must have picked up on her importance, even if it indicated they were
just lovers. She was too early to show, so no one could jump to the
conclusion she was pregnant. Considering how Zita complained of being
overprotected by her family, she wondered if that was it. Either way,
Renzo had thought to get a guard to escort her back to the house
although they weren’t that far away. The fact warmed her
inside, but not enough that she wouldn’t confront him regarding
his intentions the first chance she got.
* * * *
Jada didn’t get a chance to
talk to Renzo until the next afternoon. She had thought he would come
to her room later, but Marie informed her Renzo returned to his
office after the tasting, and it wasn’t unheard of that he
would stay late in the night working. Jada had to admit she missed
him, but the fact that almost twenty-four hours had passed since
she’d seen him when they were staying in the same house
solidified what Nicoletta had said. She understood working long
hours. The lawyers in her office did so whenever a big case came up,
and sometimes she did as well, but when the baby came she had no
intention of neglecting him or her with work.
Marie found her in the library
going over her notes for the two cases she was assisting the lawyers
on. Since she’d been sitting in one position for a couple
hours, she welcomed the interruption.
“ Ms. Thompson, Mr. Renzo
called to say he will be here in two hours to take you to dinner.”
She laced her fingers together and hesitated.
“ Thanks, Marie. Was there
something else?”
“ He wondered if there was a
reason you weren’t answering your phone.”
Jada checked. Her cell was off.
She recalled powering it down in a snit the night before, and she
must have forgotten to turn it on again. Oops .
She suppressed a laugh. “I’m guessing he didn’t
sound very pleasant when he made that comment.”
“ No, ma’am.”
“ Thanks, Marie. I
appreciate you passing on the message.”
Rather than complain about him
not asking if she already had plans, Jada showered and dressed for
dinner out. She needed to talk to him anyway, and it might be better
away from interruptions from his family.
Some time later, Renzo arrived in
a sleek black Porsche, but Jada caught her breath at the glimpse of
the man more so than the car. His dark hair lay slightly damp on his
head, and he wore a dark suit that complimented his muscular build
and made her want to jump into his arms. She kept her cool when he
strode up and held out his hand. “Ready?”
She placed her hand in his. “You
already showered?”
“ I did at the office,”
he acknowledged. “I keep clothes there for last minute plans,
and my private restroom has a shower.”
“ Must be nice.” She
folded into the low-riding car and buckled in. Renzo slipped into the
driver’s side, and soon they sped down the highway toward
whatever restaurant he’d chosen for the evening.
In the well-appointed restaurant
with low lighting and real flowers on each table, Jada perused the
menu. Searching everywhere for prices, she frowned and decided this
place was so exclusive, they didn’t print them. Several couples
occupied the various tables around the room, giving the impression of
a lover’s hotspot. Jada turned to Renzo determined to flesh out
their relationship and make him see that her best choice was to
return home.
“ Renzo,” she said,
not sure where to start.
“ Marry me.”
She blinked. “What?”
He reached across the table and
took the menu from her hands to lie down. When he held on, she tried
pulling away, not wanting him to see how he shook her with his words.
Maybe she’d heard
you alone in his car is a reporter.”
“ Oh.”
Renzo didn’t want her
talking to the press? Did that mean he was ashamed of her or didn’t
want anyone to know about her? Then again, he had come to get her
during the event and insisted she stay beside him. Anyone looking on
must have picked up on her importance, even if it indicated they were
just lovers. She was too early to show, so no one could jump to the
conclusion she was pregnant. Considering how Zita complained of being
overprotected by her family, she wondered if that was it. Either way,
Renzo had thought to get a guard to escort her back to the house
although they weren’t that far away. The fact warmed her
inside, but not enough that she wouldn’t confront him regarding
his intentions the first chance she got.
* * * *
Jada didn’t get a chance to
talk to Renzo until the next afternoon. She had thought he would come
to her room later, but Marie informed her Renzo returned to his
office after the tasting, and it wasn’t unheard of that he
would stay late in the night working. Jada had to admit she missed
him, but the fact that almost twenty-four hours had passed since
she’d seen him when they were staying in the same house
solidified what Nicoletta had said. She understood working long
hours. The lawyers in her office did so whenever a big case came up,
and sometimes she did as well, but when the baby came she had no
intention of neglecting him or her with work.
Marie found her in the library
going over her notes for the two cases she was assisting the lawyers
on. Since she’d been sitting in one position for a couple
hours, she welcomed the interruption.
“ Ms. Thompson, Mr. Renzo
called to say he will be here in two hours to take you to dinner.”
She laced her fingers together and hesitated.
“ Thanks, Marie. Was there
something else?”
“ He wondered if there was a
reason you weren’t answering your phone.”
Jada checked. Her cell was off.
She recalled powering it down in a snit the night before, and she
must have forgotten to turn it on again. Oops .
She suppressed a laugh. “I’m guessing he didn’t
sound very pleasant when he made that comment.”
“ No, ma’am.”
“ Thanks, Marie. I
appreciate you passing on the message.”
Rather than complain about him
not asking if she already had plans, Jada showered and dressed for
dinner out. She needed to talk to him anyway, and it might be better
away from interruptions from his family.
Some time later, Renzo arrived in
a sleek black Porsche, but Jada caught her breath at the glimpse of
the man more so than the car. His dark hair lay slightly damp on his
head, and he wore a dark suit that complimented his muscular build
and made her want to jump into his arms. She kept her cool when he
strode up and held out his hand. “Ready?”
She placed her hand in his. “You
already showered?”
“ I did at the office,”
he acknowledged. “I keep clothes there for last minute plans,
and my private restroom has a shower.”
“ Must be nice.” She
folded into the low-riding car and buckled in. Renzo slipped into the
driver’s side, and soon they sped down the highway toward
whatever restaurant he’d chosen for the evening.
In the well-appointed restaurant
with low lighting and real flowers on each table, Jada perused the
menu. Searching everywhere for prices, she frowned and decided this
place was so exclusive, they didn’t print them. Several couples
occupied the various tables around the room, giving the impression of
a lover’s hotspot. Jada turned to Renzo determined to flesh out
their relationship and make him see that her best choice was to
return home.
“ Renzo,” she said,
not sure where to start.
“ Marry me.”
She blinked. “What?”
He reached across the table and
took the menu from her hands to lie down. When he held on, she tried
pulling away, not wanting him to see how he shook her with his words.
Maybe she’d heard
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