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speaks English.”
    She smiled her thanks and he and Tucker left.
    She breathed in the scent of fresh air, something she hadn’t smelled since her last visit to Kentucky, and twirled around. She was in Italy! On the estate of a billionaire! She fought the urge to pinch herself and, instead, slipped out of her sandals.
    The bed called to her but she agreed with Constanzo that the best way to adjust to her current time zone would be to eat, drink and sleep at the appropriate times. Which meant she had to entertain herself for the next few hours.
    After a quick call to the staff, a maid brought her a raspberry-colored one-piece swimsuit in the size she requested. The tags had been trimmed, but she could tell the suit was new.
    She showered, shimmied into the tight spandex suit, slid into the cover-up and big straw sunhat the staff had also provided, and grabbed her book before she made her way downstairs. To the right were closed double doors. A formal dining room, complete with crystal chandelier, sat on the left. A slim hall ran down the middle. She followed the corridor to a huge great room. Floral sofas flanked by crystal lamps dominated the room. Huge double doors provided a view of the pool, its blue water sparkling in the sun.
    She walked through the double doors onto a gray stone patio to a row of canvas chaise lounges. Kicking off her shoes, she tossed her book to the chair so she could remove the white lace cover-up.
    When she finally had herself settled on the chaise, the June sun warmed her and giddy peace filled her. She was in Italy. Italy. She’d ridden a private jet across the Atlantic, driven in a limo, been brought to a villa where maids unpacked her meager belongings and now she lounged by a pool.
    * * *
    After leaving Olivia in her room, Constanzo had shown Tucker to the lavish suite he would be using. He’d suggested Tucker might want a nap or maybe a few minutes to freshen up. But Tucker insisted they use the time to hash out some of the details of the conglomerate acquisition. So Constanzo had led him to a den at the back of the first floor.
    A pool table sat in the center of the room. Four big-screen TVs, one for each wall, hung in strategic spots. A bar that looked like an old English pub took up the back corner.
    Constanzo immediately strode to the bar. “So what’s your pleasure?”
    “Details. You’re offering me a billion-dollar conglomerate. I’d think the first order of business would be to stipulate how we’ll determine market value.”
    “No! No!” Constanzo laughed. “I meant your drink. You like American bottled beer or what I have on tap?”
    Tucker held back a sigh of impatience and politely said, “I’ll try what you have on tap.”
    Constanzo drew two drafts and handed one to Tucker.
    “Thanks. So how are we going to determine market value?”
    Constanzo pushed a button and a dartboard appeared. “We could use the numbers in my annual statement.”
    “And disregard what’s happened since it was released? How do I know your companies haven’t gone down in value?”
    He opened a carved box filled with darts that lined both the bottom of the box and its lid, and offered them to Tucker. “Because you’ve been watching me. You know exactly what I’m worth.”
    Tucker chuckled. He took a dart, aimed at the board and made a bull’s-eye.
    “Ah. A real challenge for me today!”
    Tucker sighed. “You’re not going to talk business, are you?”
    “No. You’re tired from your trip. It wouldn’t be fair.”
    “Right. Don’t try to kid somebody who makes his living knowing when people are lying to him.”
    “All right. You want to be blunt. We will be blunt. If you can’t deliver my son to me, totally understanding my position—that his mother contacted me once, on a busy day, when I was so overwhelmed I barely registered what she said, let alone had brain power to believe it—then you don’t get my company.”
    “So there’s no point in talking