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Giovanni
approached her, holding her still with his gaze until he stood looking
down at her. Elizabeth's breath hitched as he reached down and took both
bags from her hands and moved around her. She turned to watch him walk
to the front doors. A subtle limp in his right leg marred his otherwise
smooth exit. Sudden warmth radiated up from her abdomen and it humbled
her. The man unnerved her.
He spoke
over his shoulder without looking at her. "I took your other bag out
already."
"Only
for you Paolo," she mumbled under her breath and followed his son
outside.
He
tossed her suitcases in the bed of the truck. She waited by the
passenger door, expecting him to open it for her but he continued to his
side of the vehicle. He paused at the door, then opened it and got in.
He
frowned at Elizabeth and pulled the door closed.
"How
gallant," she said under her breath, then climbed into the seat and
slammed the heavy door shut.
"So this
man you knew." He didn't bother to look at her. "Didn't he ever tell you
he had a son?"
"Yes.
Yes, he did. Your father spoke of you often. He just thought..." She bit
her lip, wishing Paolo were beside her now.
Giovanni
planted both hands on the wheel and with the look of a wounded man,
stared ahead. "What did he think?"
"He thought you were
dead." |
