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‘Everything’s going to be just fine. Soon the ambulance will be here to take you to hospital. In the meantime, you have to lie as still as you can. Will you do that?’
The child nodded. Alice kept her eyes fixed on the little girl’s and made herself smile reassuringly.
‘I hurt. I want my mamma.’ The child was beginning to panic. Alice knew she had to keep her from moving. She placed a hand on the child’s shoulder and glanced around. Dante was bent over Sofia’s grandmother.
‘Where is your mamma?’ Alice asked.
‘She’s at home. Nonna and I shop for food.’
‘Where do you live?’ Alice wanted to keep the child’s attention from what was happening a few feet away.
‘Back up the road. In the mountains. I help my nonna.’
‘Your mama must be proud of you. And she’ll be even prouder when she hears what a brave girl you’ve been.’
To Alice’s relief, the wail of an approaching ambulance cut through the sound of traffic. At last help was on its way. She looked over her shoulder. Dante was still occupied with the child’s grandmother but, as if sensing her eyes on him, he looked up from whatever he was doing and raised a questioning eyebrow. Alice nodded to let him know that the child was okay.
‘Come with me. In the ambulance?’ the little girl asked. ‘I’m scared.’
Alice squeezed her hand. ‘Of course. And I’ll stay until your mamma and papà come, if you like.’
Sofia dipped her head slightly, then, to Alice’s relief, Dante was by her side again. The ambulance was getting closer but by the sound it had become snarled in traffic.
‘How is she doing?’ Dante asked. ‘Okay, under the circumstances. She’s conscious and speaking.’
Dante pulled out his mobile phone and said something to Sofia in Italian.
Sofia whispered a number and Dante punched the numbers into the phone and moved away still keeping a close eye on the injured child. Alice guessed he was calling Sofia’s parents and she didn’t envy him his task. She could only imagine how the mother would feel when she heard about the accident.
As he was speaking the ambulance drew up and a couple of paramedics jumped out. While one stayed to check over the driver of the car, the other ran towards them. Alice continued to hold the young girl’s hand as the paramedic set about putting up a drip. Dante finished the call and his shoulders slumped. He crossed back to them and updated the paramedic in rapid Italian.
Within minutes, Sofia was being loaded into the ambulance. Alice understood enough to know that another ambulance was on its way to collect the grandmother.
‘I’m going with her,’ Alice told Dante. ‘I promised I would.’
Dante nodded and helped her into the back of the ambulance. ‘Bene. She will be less frightened with a familiar face. I am coming too.’ He lowered his voice. ‘There is still a chance she could collapse. She’s lost a lot of blood.’
At the hospital, Dante went with the other doctors as they rushed Sofia away behind some doors. Left alone, Alice found a chair and sat down. She couldn’t bear to leave, not until she knew for sure that Sofia was going to be okay. When she looked at her watch she was amazed to find that only an hour and a half had passed since the accident. Although desperately worried for the little girl, Alice experienced a gratifying sense of achievement. It had felt good helping and she hadn’t been squeamish at all at the sight of blood—at least, not after her first sight of the wound. She had surprised herself by staying calm and not panicking.
Another hour passed before she looked up to find Dante standing next to her. Immersed in her thoughts she hadn’t heard him approach. He had changed out of his clothes and was wearing blue hospital scrubs. If anything he looked more handsome than when she’d first seen him on the park bench. The thin cotton material emphasised the breadth of his chest and his powerful thighs. In the hospital environment he was even more assured, as if this was where he belonged.
‘Sofia is going to be okay. The surgeons managed to remove the metal from her shoulder. Luckily it hadn’t torn any major blood vessels so she should be able to go home in a day or so.’ He smiled down at her. ‘You did a good job back there, Alice.’ She liked the way he said her name. It made her feel interesting, exotic even.
‘I was terrified at first,’ she admitted. ‘But since Sofia had much more reason to be scared than I had, I couldn’t let her see my fear. I’m so glad she’s going to be okay.
Alice shivered.
Dante picked up a blanket from one of the benches and wrapped it gently around her shoulders. ‘You have had a shock.’ He sat down next to her. ‘I am going to wait until Sofia’s parents get here, but you should go back to your hotel. Do you wish me to call you a taxi?’
‘No, that’s all right,’ Alice said. ‘I just need a moment.’
Now the adrenaline was draining away, Alice felt exhausted. She leant her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Despite everything, she was acutely conscious of Dante. The skin on her upper arms tingled where his fingertips had brushed against her skin and she could almost feel the heat of his body next to her. Although his presence was disconcerting the silence that fell between them was comfortable. She was curious to know more about this man.
It had been a huge relief to discover he was a doctor but it had also been a surprise. Out of all the jobs she’d imagined he’d do, medicine wasn’t one of them. Now if he’d been a model or a professional footballer, somehow that would have seemed more believable.
‘What kind of doctor are you?’ she asked.
‘I am a children’s doctor. How do you say it?’
‘A paediatrician.’
‘Sì, a paediatrician.’ he held out his hands as if in explanation. They were long fingered and smooth. An image of his hands on her bare skin flashed unbidden into Alice’s head and she flushed.
‘I saw you in the square,’ Dante said. ‘You were drawing. Are you an artist?’
Alice felt her face getting redder. Had he noticed she was sketching him? She hoped to hell not.
‘If you saw my pictures you would know I’m not an artist.’
‘Is that your notebook?’ He pointed to her handbag where, sure enough, her notepad was peeking out of her bag. ‘Can I see it?’ Before she could stop him he had reached in and plucked it out of bag. Resisting the impulse to grab it out of his hands, she nodded when he raised a questioning eyebrow.
Flushed with embarrassment, she waited while he flicked through her drawings. With a bit of luck he wouldn’t recognise himself. It wasn’t as if her sketch bore much relation to the real thing. It wasn’t much good and it certainly didn’t do credit to the real man.
But when he paused at the last page and grinned she knew her hopes had been in vain.
‘I didn’t know I looked like that,’ he said seriously, but she could hear the laughter in his voice.
Double damn. She peered over her shoulder. Her sketch was out of proportion, the figure listing to one side. Never mind. It wasn’t as if she wanted to make a career as an artist.
‘You don’t. You’re much better…’ Just in time, Alice bit back the rest of the words. ‘I mean I’m not very good at drawing,’ she said. ‘It’s only a hobby.’ She took the pad from him and replaced it in her bag.
‘What is it you do when you are not drawing?’ he asked her.
Now there was the rub. She was reluctant to tell him that she acted as a social secretary for her father, his hostess whenever he was between girlfriends, that apart from her studies she didn’t actually do anything except run Granville House and attend lunches and dinners. Not that any of that was easy. Moreover, she had promised herself that she would be plain Alice while she was here and she saw no need to tell this stranger who she really was.
‘I’m a student in London. Studying History of Art.’ That much she could tell him.
‘Then you are a visitor in my city. You like it so far?’ He smiled at her and her heart did a little somersault.
‘I love it. It’s so beautiful. The history, the art—’ she wasn’t going to mention the pastry shops ‘—the lifestyle. I can tell you after a pretty miserable, wet summer in England it is heaven to feel the sun.’
Dante’s eyebrows shot up and her heart did another flip-flop. She needed to get control of herself. It must be the Tuscan sun that was affecting her.
‘What did you see?’
‘Everything in the tourist guide. The Ponte Vecchio, the Uffizi, the church of Santa Maria Novella. I’ve walked until my feet ache.’
‘What is this History of Art that you are studying?’ He crossed his long legs in front of him and settled back against his seat.
‘Oh, you kind of learn about the history of art.’ She flushed again. Talk about stating the obvious. But this man was addling her brain and making her tongue-tied. ‘I mean it’s learning about artists—like Michelangelo, for example, how he became a sculptor, all the art he did and why that’s considered important.’
There was a pause and Dante frowned. ‘What do you do with this degree when you are finished studying?’
Good question and not one that she wanted to answer. People in her position weren’t expected to do proper jobs. Modelling was okay, as long as it wasn’t glamour, so was PR, as was fundraising. Even these were considered to be ways of passing the time until marriage and children came along. Her role was to run her father’s house and carry out all the duties and responsibilities that went with her title.
She realised Dante was still waiting for an answer to his question.
‘Actually, when I was a little girl I dreamt of becoming a teacher.’
‘So, why didn’t you?’
Why hadn’t she? Because she’d always known that her life had been mapped out in an entirely different direction. One over which she had no control.
‘It was just a childish dream. Nothing more.’
Brown eyes locked onto hers. ‘It is good to dream, no?’ He was studying her as if she puzzled him.
No, it wasn’t good to dream. Not for her. It only made real life more difficult.
‘We all have to live in the real world, don’t we?’ she replied lightly.
‘Have you been out to the country?’ Alice was relieved when he changed the subject.
She shook her head. She had been too absorbed sightseeing and exploring all the touristy attractions Florence had to offer to venture further afield.
‘If you have not been in the countryside, then you have not seen Tuscany properly. Maybe I will show you.’
Alice wiped the palms of her hands on her trousers. He was only being polite. He would probably forget about her the moment he left her.
‘You said you live in the mountains,’ she asked. ‘But you work in Florence?’
Again that expressive shrug of the shoulders. ‘I work here, at this hospital, but my home is about forty-five kilometres that way, near where Sofia lives.’ He gestured behind him. ‘How long do you have left here in Tuscany?’ he continued.
‘Another week. I’ll be sorry to leave.’
‘You are staying in Florence?’
Alice nodded. ‘A friend of my father’s has a home here. He’s happy for me to use it while I’m visiting.’
‘You are here on your own?’ Dante seemed a little shocked.
‘Yes, but I don’t mind. In fact I kind of like it.’
Dante looked disbelieving.
‘Would you like to meet me in the Piazza della Signoria tomorrow?’ he asked. ‘You can’t leave without seeing the real Tuscany and I would like to show you more of my country.’
Alice shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. Part of her wanted to spend more time with him. Another part knew it was a crazy idea. What could she and this man possibly have in common?
‘I’m not sure. I don’t think it’s a good idea.’
He looked at her with languid eyes. ‘I think it is a very good idea.’
One thing she could say about him, he didn’t give up easily.
‘I was in London once for a month and a family there looked after me,’ he said. ‘I would like to show the same hospitality to our visitors. To you. And you helped Sofia when you didn’t need to. You could have walked away like everyone else, but you didn’t.’
Alice flushed. Despite what she had just told herself, it was disappointing that he felt it was his duty to show her around.
Whatever his reasons, seeing him again was too risky. He was different from any man she had ever met and never before had a man made her pulse race the way Dante did. The last thing she was looking for was a holiday romance. She smiled. She was getting way ahead of herself. Someone like him was bound to have a girlfriend, although she’d already noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.
The doors to the department opened and a distracted couple rushed in. Instinctively Alice knew these were Sofia’s parents, not least because the little girl was almost a carbon copy of her mother.
Dante jumped to his feet. ‘Please meet me there at three o’clock tomorrow, I am working until two,’ he told Alice as he went to intercept the distressed couple. After talking to them for a few moments, he led them towards the lift. Alice guessed he was taking them to see their little girl. Alice stared after his retreating back. The arrogance of the man! He hadn’t even waited to hear her reply.
Alice was a nervous wreck by the time three o’clock the next day came. She had braided her hair, noticing that over the last week the sun had lightened it to almost the colour of corn which in turn emphasised the unusually light green colour of her eyes. She had dressed simply, in a crisp white blouse and light trousers. Apart from a slick of pale lipstick she didn’t bother with any other make-up. For the umpteenth time she wondered if Dante would come. It was entirely possible he had forgotten all about her.
But he was waiting for her on the same steps that she’d been sitting on the previous day.
‘Ciao, Alice,’ he said, and kissed her on either cheek. ‘I thought we could have a picnic down on the river then I will take you to see more of Florence. How does that sound?’
He took her to the river bank and they sat on the grass. He pointed to a woman rowing on the river. ‘It is like I do. The boat I row is for a single person, but I know where I can get one for two. Maybe tomorrow I can take you?’
Alice’s pulse skipped a beat. He was already planning their next date.
She looked down at the effort Dante had put into their picnic. There was a round of cheese, several types of cold meats, Tuscan bread and olives, as well as fresh salad leaves. This wasn’t lunch, this was a feast.
‘The olives and salad come from our smallholding and my mother bakes the bread herself. Of course, there is a trattoria not far from here. We could go there instead.’
Alice shook her head. She had had her fill of restaurants, fancy or otherwise. It was perfect here in the sun.
‘Bene, we will eat then we will have time for me to show you something.’
The food Dante had brought was so delicious she found she had eaten more than her fair share.
‘I’m sorry. I’ve eaten more than I should, but it was so delicious.’
‘You must never apologise for enjoying food.’ He leaned back on his elbows and regarded her through slitted eyes. ‘Most women, they are too thin—as if they are starving. All the men I know prefer women who have some curves. Like Botticelli’s Venus.’ He grinned at her. ‘Have you seen any statues in Florence where the women look like men? I don’t think so.’
The look in his eyes was doing all sorts of weird things to her stomach. Hastily she took another forkful of salad and nearly choked.
Dante sat up, looking concerned.
‘Are you okay?’
How attractive, Alice thought furiously. Spitting bits of lettuce leaf all over him. And right enough, to her mortification, Dante lifted his hand and very gently removed something from the corner of her mouth.
‘That’s better.’ He was laughing at her and Alice was tempted to abandon her lunch and run back to the villa. It was the first time she had ever felt gauche and awkward. Until she’d come to Italy, she had used her expensive clothes and jewellery almost like an invisible cloak to hide her natural shyness.
