“I just want to forget I ever had anything to do with him.”
“It doesn’t surprise me he was abusive. Christopher grew up thinking he was entitled to anything he wanted. I’m sorry he hurt you, Tasha, but truthfully, I’m grateful you broke it off with him.”
“I wish you’d break it off with Byron. I’m not comparing Christopher to Byron, Toni, really, I’m not. But he frightens me in a way Christopher never could. I want you to promise me you’ll be careful. Something’s not right about him. Why don’t we know anything about him?”
“His family is coming for dinner tonight. His sister, her husband, and their son. We can ask all sorts of questions.”
“Tonight?” Tasha’s voice rose. She covered her face with her hands. “How could this happen now, Toni?” She wailed it. “I want to meet his family. I can’t very well sit at a table with my face like this. Do you have to have them for dinner tonight? Have them wait a week or two.”
“Tasha, they’re visiting the area. You know very well I can’t ask them to wait. You always wanted to be in the middle of a drama. We should invite the captain for dinner, too. It’s the perfect opportunity. And I need to get dressed. I want to look special tonight. I don’t want to ask Justine to help me.”
Tasha caught Antonietta’s hand. “Of course I’ll help you. But don’t invite Diego. I don’t want him to see me like this.”
“I haven’t told Paul about dinner yet, and I need to talk to Helena. I want to check that everything is perfect.”
“I’ll ring Helena and have her meet us in your rooms. Paul’s gone. He left right after Christopher arrived.”
A chill went down Antonietta’s spine.
Byron?
She reached for him, needing the comfort of his presence.
I am here,
cara
. I am always with you. Paul is often gone. It does not prove anything one way or the other.
Antonietta listened to her heartbeat. The fear beating at her subsided. Grazie
, Byron. You always manage to say the right thing.
“We’ll have to hurry.” Tasha took another look at her face in the mirror. “It doesn’t hurt very much anymore, but it sure looks awful. Come on before I change my mind. Let’s go find you the perfect outfit.”
Antonietta hurried through the palazzo and up the stairs, Celt at her side and Tasha leading the way. Helena was waiting at her door, doing her best to hide her exasperation with Antonietta’s interference.
“I’m certain everything is fine, signorina.”
“Fine then,” Tasha snapped. “She was just checking, Helena. Go do whatever it is you do.”
“That was rude,” Antonietta said as the housekeeper hurried away.
“She was rude. She should know you never fuss. This must be important to you, or you wouldn’t be so concerned.”
“I am not fussing.”
Yes you are.
Chapter 12
Antonietta opened her door warily, allowing Celt to go ahead of her. When the borzoi didn’t give the alarm, she entered with more confidence. No one asked you.
His soft laughter poured over her.
“Toni, the window.” Tasha rushed to one of the large plates of stained glass. It was pushed inward. “What happened?”
“That cat tried to get in. Byron’s out looking for it now.”
“How frightening. Did you call Diego?”
“No, I didn’t even think about calling the authorities. I ran out of the room.”
“We’ll have to get this repaired. In the meantime, maybe we should have bars put up for safety.” Tasha threw open the doors to the wardrobe. “Something feminine but not too sexy.”
You are sexy in anything you wear. Not tonight.
She knew she wasn’t really dressing for Byron’s family. She was dressing for him. She wanted to look feminine and beautiful. She wanted to look the way the woman in the mirror had looked.
“Your long skirt, the royal blue silk with the little blouse and pearl buttons,” Tasha decided. “It’s the perfect image. Pianist, businesswoman, and yet ultrafeminine.”
Long skirt, Byron. Not sexy at all. At dinner tonight I will be thinking of that little lace bra that does not cover a thing, and the thong. That wonderful little thong that preys on my mind my every waking minute. You worry me. But it worries me even more that I like the way you think. Did you find the jaguar? Paul isn’t here, but Tasha and Franco both are. The cat has been prowling around the cove and down near the caves where the entrance to the tunnel is. The trail led away from the palazzo and back again. The water has removed all traces of the scent. Hurry now, and dress. Your housekeeper, by the way, is taking her ire out on the chef.
Chapter 13
The jaguar had deliberately used the water to confuse the scent. Byron could not find a clear trail leading from the cove. Many human scents were mingled together, impossible to pick out any that might have been a shifter. He masked his presence and soared upward to Antonietta’s balcony, sending a quick reassurance to Celt so the borzoi wouldn’t go on guard and alert the women. The damage to one window was enormous. The jaguar had tried to force its way into the room. It had definitely wanted to attack Antonietta.
Byron gripped the balustrade tightly. Antonietta was out of time. He could no longer afford to wait when such an enemy was stalking her. She had to be with him.
What is it? You’re so sad. Come to me and stop thinking about things that make you sad. Nothing happened to me, and nothing will. You gave me Celt, remember?
Her voice filled him with happiness yet tore at his heart. He had to find a way to make her understand. He wanted her to choose his life. To love him enough to choose him. Her family and her music were her world. There had to be a way to give her everything and still share in and protect her life.
Byron, what is it? I share my troubles with you. Share with me.
Hurt had crept into her thoughts. Byron straightened.
Later. After you meet my family. We will have plenty of time to talk. I’m coming.
He used the cracks in the window to seep through, mist pouring into her bedroom and then under the door to gain the hallway so when she stepped out, he was waiting. He even remembered to dress in a suit for her.
Tasha turned her face away and for once said nothing to him. He could see the color sweep under her skin as she squeezed Antonietta’s hand and then rushed away. He simply stood there, staring at his lifemate. In that moment he knew he would always feel that first moment of wonder each time he saw her. Of joy at her existence. She stood there dressed in some blue creation that clung to her curves and swirled and moved as if alive when she walked. He was speechless, unable for a moment to think.
“Is the chef really upset?”
He cleared his throat, feasting his eyes on her. She obviously had no idea how she affected him, and that might be a good thing. “Listen; you can hear him arguing with the housekeeper and his assistant.”
Antonietta found she could. She simply had to want to hear it. An argument was raging in the kitchen. She sighed. “Nothing is ever easy, is it?”
Byron took her hand. Celt fell in beside her. They made their way downstairs to the large kitchen. Several workers were chopping and cutting, and the smell of bread and broth permeated the room. Everyone fell silent when they entered.
Antonietta forced a smile. “Surely there is no problem here. We have very little time to pull this dinner off. Our guests will be arriving any minute, and everything must be perfect. I sent the revised menu and asked for the Irish lace tablecloth and our best china. The palazzo must be spotless. If you have to ask the maids to work overtime, please tell them they will be compensated accordingly.” For a moment she hesitated, so used to having Justine at her side taking care of details, she was unsure how to proceed. In truth, she rarely went beyond giving Helena orders.