Alessandro's Prize by Helen Bianchin

honeymoon… The list was endless.
    James hands clenched into tight fists, and for a moment Lily thought he meant to launch a physical attack. Then without a further word he moved to his car, slid in behind the wheel, and drove off with a roar of the engine and fast-spinning wheels.
    Lily took a moment before she turned to face the inimitable man who stood regarding her with masked interest.
    â€˜You, of course, just happened to be passing by.’
    â€˜I was in the neighborhood.’
    She looked at him with a degree of scepticism. ‘You expect me to believe that?’
    â€˜Does it matter?’
    His scrutiny intensified when she didn’t answer, and her eyes widened as he cupped her chin and tilted her head.
    Her mouth felt slightly numb from James’s onslaught, and without thought she soothed her swollen lower lip with the edge of her tongue.
    Alessandro bit back a barely audible oath as he drew her close. She touched something deep inside him, a need for one special woman in his life. Family of his own, children. Love , the true abiding kind, from which he’d considered himself immune. Until now.
    A faintly wry smile curved his generous mouth as she tucked her head into the curve of his shoulder and rested there for a few seemingly long minutes.
    Unbidden, he slid a hand to her nape, then slowly smoothed it down her back.
    She fitted so well, almost as if she was meant to be there, and he lowered his head to brush his lips to her temple, ignoring his instinct to put her in his car and take her home…to his home.
    Not an option, yet. And he experienced a measure of regret as she stepped away from him.
    Alessandro retrieved his wallet, extracted a card and handed it to her. ‘My cell-phone number. Any problems, call me. Understood?’
    â€˜Thank you.’ Lily pocketed the card. ‘Goodnight, Alessandro.’
    He trailed light fingers down her cheek. ‘Drive carefully.’
    She inclined her head, and he watched as she crossedto her car, waiting until she disappeared from sight before easing away from the kerb.
    To pass Lily’s apartment building in order to reach his own involved little effort on his part, and he swung by, relieved to see she was safely indoors, with no sign of her ex-fiancé’s hired car anywhere in sight.
    A text message to Sophia on his arrival home would ease her concern following James’s enquiry as to Lily’s whereabouts. Giorgio’s awareness of the situation was an added benefit.
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    Lily spent a restless night as James’s pleading words and empty promises echoed in her mind. Not the least of which that he’d sought to lodge an appeal in person, given she had made in perfectly clear their relationship was dead and buried. How could he possibly imagine she might consider a reconciliation? Why would any woman in her right mind go ahead with a wedding on discovering her fiancé had been conducting a long-running affair behind her back?
    Please .
    Eventually she must have fallen asleep, for she woke as the dawn fingered through her bedroom shutters, and she rose, dressed, drank strong coffee, enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, then she made the call to reassure Sophia and soothe her aunt’s concern.
    Alessandro in the guise of white knight wasn’t mentioned, while the need to change her cell-phone number to a private listing became paramount.
    Effecting the change involved a personal application, form-filling, presentation of required documentation, but eventually she was given a new number. Something she fitted in before and after her lunch shift at the restaurant.
    Her list of things to do completed, she arrived home, as she was beginning to regard the apartment, as the sun satlow in the sky, and just as she set her bag on the kitchen counter her cell-phone rang.
    Sophia…had to be, as her aunt was the only person to whom she’d given her new number.
    â€˜Lily, I’m so pleased I caught you. Alessandro