Chapter 234

• Leandro stared unseeingly at the front door of the villa, the sound of its slamming echoing remorselessly through his mind. Zoe Clark had every right to do as she pleased in the evening, he knew. There was no absolutely no reason why she shouldn’t go out and enjoy the region’s attractions. Yet the thought of her in some seedy bar in Menaggio, dancing and drinking and flirting, made Leandro’s gut tighten and his mouth pull into a grimace.
• Of course he should have expected no less. If he wasn’t going to provide her amusement, she’d damn well find it somewhere else. He should be amazed that it had taken her so long. He knew what she was like—what women such as her were like.
• Yet at that moment he wasn’t thinking of his father’s women; he was thinking only of Zoe.