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Authors: Holly Rayner, Lara Hunter
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, romantic suspense, Holidays, Mystery & Suspense
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exhausted.”
Gaby nodded. Full of food, her jetlagged body was crying out for sleep—even though it wasn’t even dinner time back home.
“May I escort you to your room?” Luca asked.
Gaby’s heart fluttered, but she hid her excitement. What was there to be excited about? Just a friend escorting another friend to said friend’s room. No big deal, right?
Gaby stood and fell in step with Luca as they strolled back down the hallway. Before she knew it they were at her door, and she suddenly felt like she was at the end of a really good date.
When she turned to Luca, her eyes darted to his lips, but she quickly looked away. After so much wine, his mouth looked far too tempting to resist, and she didn’t want to do something foolish.
“Goodnight,” she said, keeping her smile friendly.
Luca’s eyes were intense as he gazed down at her. She loved how tall he was. How deep his eyes were. And that mouth… there it was again.
“Buona notte,” he said, lifting her hand and kissing it with his perfect lips, the sensation burning her skin even has he released her fingers and stepped back away from the door.
Gaby smiled at him one more time before turning and closing the door behind her. She feared that if she gazed at him just a second longer she would have to throw herself into his arms and kiss him, and she knew that would be a terrible idea.
Yes, absolutely terrible.
Gazing around the room, Gaby noticed a distinct lack of technology. The best she could do to entertain herself was read Italian books, or play on her phone. Pulling it out, she saw a text from her mother that she had forgotten to respond to.
Hope you’re doing okay, honey. Just let me know when you get to bed. I love you.
Gaby typed in a reply, telling her mother that she was fine and was heading to bed. She’d texted them when she landed and then left it at that, not wanting to spend her time in Italy with her face plastered to a screen.
Opening her backpack, she pulled out some comfortable pajama bottoms and a soft black cotton T-shirt, and changed. She brushed her teeth and put her hair up into a messy bun before padding over to the sofas and grabbing a book at random.
It was weird to see books written entirely in another language. As she paged through, unable to make sense of anything, her stomach grumbled again. While the food had been delicious, it hadn’t entirely filled her up.
Driven by her grumbling stomach, Gaby cracked open her bedroom door and peeked out down the hallway. Everything was silent, though small lights were spaced through the halls here and there. Apparently rich people needed nightlights too, Gaby mused.
She crept down the hallway, though she didn’t really know why. From what she had seen the only person who seemed to be living in that enormous house was Luca, and she had no idea where his room was. It had made her sad to see him sitting alone at a table meant to be filled with laughter and love and family. Having been raised surrounded by those things, Gaby could hardly imagine what it was like to be so alone, and whatever Luca had done to earn his parents’ ire didn’t seem to help the matter.
Gaby took a couple of wrong turns before she finally saw the plain hallway to the kitchens. When she peeked inside, the room was pitch black, and she fumbled along the wall until she found a light switch. She hoped that the cook wouldn’t mind her kitchen being rummaged, but Gaby was craving something else—she just didn’t know what.
Heading toward the area Luca had pointed out earlier, Gaby opened the fridge to find a wealth of fresh ingredients perfect for making just about anything her heart desired. She was already reaching for a box of eggs when she heard a sound and swung the door shut, coming face to face with Luca himself.
“Ah!” she cried, jumping back.
Luca reached out and held onto her arms to keep her from
Gaby nodded. Full of food, her jetlagged body was crying out for sleep—even though it wasn’t even dinner time back home.
“May I escort you to your room?” Luca asked.
Gaby’s heart fluttered, but she hid her excitement. What was there to be excited about? Just a friend escorting another friend to said friend’s room. No big deal, right?
Gaby stood and fell in step with Luca as they strolled back down the hallway. Before she knew it they were at her door, and she suddenly felt like she was at the end of a really good date.
When she turned to Luca, her eyes darted to his lips, but she quickly looked away. After so much wine, his mouth looked far too tempting to resist, and she didn’t want to do something foolish.
“Goodnight,” she said, keeping her smile friendly.
Luca’s eyes were intense as he gazed down at her. She loved how tall he was. How deep his eyes were. And that mouth… there it was again.
“Buona notte,” he said, lifting her hand and kissing it with his perfect lips, the sensation burning her skin even has he released her fingers and stepped back away from the door.
Gaby smiled at him one more time before turning and closing the door behind her. She feared that if she gazed at him just a second longer she would have to throw herself into his arms and kiss him, and she knew that would be a terrible idea.
Yes, absolutely terrible.
Gazing around the room, Gaby noticed a distinct lack of technology. The best she could do to entertain herself was read Italian books, or play on her phone. Pulling it out, she saw a text from her mother that she had forgotten to respond to.
Hope you’re doing okay, honey. Just let me know when you get to bed. I love you.
Gaby typed in a reply, telling her mother that she was fine and was heading to bed. She’d texted them when she landed and then left it at that, not wanting to spend her time in Italy with her face plastered to a screen.
Opening her backpack, she pulled out some comfortable pajama bottoms and a soft black cotton T-shirt, and changed. She brushed her teeth and put her hair up into a messy bun before padding over to the sofas and grabbing a book at random.
It was weird to see books written entirely in another language. As she paged through, unable to make sense of anything, her stomach grumbled again. While the food had been delicious, it hadn’t entirely filled her up.
Driven by her grumbling stomach, Gaby cracked open her bedroom door and peeked out down the hallway. Everything was silent, though small lights were spaced through the halls here and there. Apparently rich people needed nightlights too, Gaby mused.
She crept down the hallway, though she didn’t really know why. From what she had seen the only person who seemed to be living in that enormous house was Luca, and she had no idea where his room was. It had made her sad to see him sitting alone at a table meant to be filled with laughter and love and family. Having been raised surrounded by those things, Gaby could hardly imagine what it was like to be so alone, and whatever Luca had done to earn his parents’ ire didn’t seem to help the matter.
Gaby took a couple of wrong turns before she finally saw the plain hallway to the kitchens. When she peeked inside, the room was pitch black, and she fumbled along the wall until she found a light switch. She hoped that the cook wouldn’t mind her kitchen being rummaged, but Gaby was craving something else—she just didn’t know what.
Heading toward the area Luca had pointed out earlier, Gaby opened the fridge to find a wealth of fresh ingredients perfect for making just about anything her heart desired. She was already reaching for a box of eggs when she heard a sound and swung the door shut, coming face to face with Luca himself.
“Ah!” she cried, jumping back.
Luca reached out and held onto her arms to keep her from
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