* * *

One step through the door and Danilo swung back, the expression on his lean face impatient as he gave a shrug and responded to Franco’s question.

‘She’s petite, maybe even a little mousey, she’s probably looking lost...big eyes in a small face.’ His mouth quirked as the description brought a disappointed look to his cousin’s face. ‘What were you expecting, a supermodel?’

His cousin gave a grin. ‘It wouldn’t have hurt. So what do you want me to do with this mouse?’

‘Drop her off at the house. Nat is expecting her.’

‘You don’t expect me to stay and babysit, then? I’m meant to be meeting the event organiser later this morning.’

‘Your cousin Angelica will look after her and introduce her to Nat.’ The furrow between his dark brows deepened. ‘More problems with the party?’

‘Just a few tweaks. I want it to be perfect.’

‘That is the general idea,’ Danilo agreed, holding eye contact long enough to see his cousin squirm. The lie was obvious but Danilo, already late for a meeting, let it lie.

‘So I can just dump her and run?’

* * *

Tess, who had adjusted her step to accommodate the slower pace of her travelling companion, was about the last person from the London flight to clear the customs checkpoint, and as they entered the arrivals lounge together the elderly Italian lady was immediately surrounded.

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