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The Rinucci Brothers: Wife and Mother Forever / Her Italian Boss's Agenda / The Wedding Arrangement
Lucy Gordon
The Rinucci Brothers trilogy from award-winning author Lucy GordonWife and Mother Forever Evie Wharton is a free spirit – the complete opposite to millionaire Justin Dane – but she wants to help his troubled son. Against her better judgement, Evie soon begins to fall for dark and brooding Justin…Her Italian Boss’s AgendaOlympia Lincoln is so relieved when her new assistant shows up that she sets him to work immediately. What she doesn’t realise is that he is Primo Rinucci, her new Italian boss!The Wedding ArrangementLuke is startled to discover that the tenant of his Rome residenza, Minnie Pepino, is young, blonde and sensational! There is an immediate attraction between them, but despite her family’s plans to arrange the wedding of the year, Minnie holds back…
Love, marriage…and a family reunited
The Rinucci Brothers
Three glitzy, glamorous romances from one beloved Mills & Boon author!
The Rinucci Brothers
Lucy Gordon
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
About the Author
LUCY GORDON cut her writing teeth on magazine journalism, interviewing many of the world’s most interesting men, including Warren Beatty, Richard Chamberlain, Sir Roger Moore, Sir Alec Guinness and Sir John Gielgud. She also camped out with lions in Africa and has many other unusual experiences which have often provided the background for her books. She is married to a Venetian, whom she met while on holiday in Venice. They got engaged within two days.
Two of her books have won the Romance Writers of America RITA
award, Song of the Lorelei in 1990 and His Brother’s Child in 1998, in the Best Traditional Romance category. You can visit her website at www.lucy-gordon.com.
Wife and Mother Forever
Prologue
IT WAS four o’clock and almost time for Signora Rinucci’s birthday celebration to begin. Gleaming black limousines were gliding up the hill to the Villa Rinucci in its place of eminence, overlooking the Bay of Naples.
The food and wine were laid out on the great terrace of the villa, best Neapolitan spaghetti and clams, fruit grown in the rich volcanic soil of Vesuvius, wine from the same place. A feast for the gods.
High above, the sky was the deepest blue. Far below, the blue was reflected in the bay, sparkling in the afternoon sun.
‘A perfect day.’ Toni Rinucci joined his wife on the terrace where she was looking down the hill, and laid his arm gently around her shoulder. ‘Everything as it should be.’
He was a stocky man of sixty with grey hair and a heavy face that broke easily into a grin. As always, his eyes were tender as he gazed at his wife.
She was fifty-four but could have passed for her late forties. Her figure was still as slim as a girl’s. Everything about her spoke of grace and elegance, not to mention marriage to a rich man who delighted in spending money on her.
Despite some inevitable lines, her face was still beautiful. Not pretty; it was too strong for that.
Her nose was large for a woman, slightly flattened at the bridge, dominating her features, speaking of character and decision.
Her mouth was wide and generous, and could break into a smile that many men had found breathtaking. She offered that smile to her husband now, her fingers caressing the diamonds at her throat.
‘And your gift to me is the best ever,’ she told him, ‘as it is every year.’
‘But it’s not the gift you really want, is it?’ he said softly. ‘Do you think I don’t know that?’
She seemed to give herself a little shake.
‘That’s all in the past, caro Toni. I don’t dwell on it.’
He knew she didn’t speak the truth. The secret that had lain between them for the thirty years of their marriage was as potent now as always. But, as always, she would not hurt him by saying that her happiness was incomplete. And, as always, he pretended to believe her.
Two men appeared in the doorway that led from the house to the terrace, and stopped at the sight of the couple holding each other tenderly.
Luke, the more heavily built of the two, grinned at the sight.
‘There’s no time for that, you two,’ he said fondly. ‘You have guests arriving in a minute.’
‘Send them away,’ Toni said, his eyes on his wife.
Primo, tall, with brilliant eyes and a laid-back air that proclaimed his Neapolitan ancestry, shook his head in mock despair.
‘Incorrigible,’ he told his brother. ‘Maybe we should leave them alone and take everyone off to a nightclub.’
‘You already spend too much time in nightclubs, my son,’ Hope said, coming over to kiss Primo’s cheek.
‘A man needs a little innocent fun,’ he said, giving her a beguiling smile.
‘Hm!’ She stood back and surveyed him tenderly. ‘My opinion of your ‘innocence’ is best not expressed at this moment.’
‘No need,’ he said wickedly. ‘Not when you’ve expressed it so often before. I’m a lost case. Give up on me.’
‘I never give up on any of my sons,’ she said, adding softly, ‘None of them.’
In the brief silence that followed Primo and Luke exchanged glances, each understanding the hidden meaning of those words.
‘One day, Mamma,’ Primo said gently.
‘Yes, one day. One day he will be here. I know it in my heart, although I cannot tell how or when it will happen. But I will not die until he has come to me. Of that I am certain.’
Toni had drawn close to his wife in time to hear her last words.
‘Cara,’ he said gently, ‘no sad thoughts today.’
‘But I am not sad. I know that one day my son will find me. That can only make me happy. Ah, there you are!’
With a bright smile she turned away to greet the first guests. The newcomers had been ushered out on to the terrace by three young men whose facial resemblance proclaimed them kin.
‘Mamma,’ the tallest of the three called to her, indicating the guests, ‘look who’s here.’
This was Francesco, who might have been his mother’s secret favourite, or might not. It was marvellous how many of her sons thought he alone was the possessor of the talisman.
The other two were Ruggiero and Carlo, the twin sons she had borne to Toni. At twenty-eight they were the youngest. Although not identical, they were much alike, both ridiculously handsome, with the same air of being ready for anything. Especially if it was a party.
And this was going to be the party of parties. As the light faded and the dark red sun plunged into the bay the lights came on in the Villa Rinucci and the guests streamed up the hill, bearing gifts for Hope Rinucci’s fifty-fourth birthday.
Those present included everybody who was anybody in Naples, with a fair sprinkling of guests who had made the journey from Rome, or even as far away as Milan, for the Rinucci family was one of the more notable in Italy, with extensive connections in business and politics.
The woman at the centre of it was English, even after thirty years in Italy. Yet nobody would have mistaken her for an outsider. She was the heart of the family, not only to her husband but to the five men who called themselves her sons. Only three of them had actually been born to her, but, if challenged, the other two would have fiercely claimed her as their mother.
They were the best-looking men there: all in their prime, all strolling about with grace and unconscious arrogance. They were Rinuccis, even those who did not bear the name.
Throughout the evening Hope moved among her guests, receiving gifts and tributes with great charm, an undisputed queen among her admirers.
Not all the guests would have called themselves admirers. For each one who spoke of charm and generosity another could tell of ruthlessness. Yet even her enemies had not spurned her invitation.
The enemies were easy to spot, as Luke remarked wryly to Primo. They brought the most lavish gifts, showered her with the greatest praise and lingered the longest to say what a wonderful evening it had been.
But finally the last one departed, the staff had cleared the tables on the terrace and the family were free to relax with their various choice of nightcap.
‘That’s better,’ Primo said, pouring himself a whisky. ‘Shall I bring you something, Mamma? Mamma?’
She was looking out over the sea, and although her fingers touched the diamonds about her neck it was clear that she was oblivious to her surroundings.
‘Couldn’t she have forgotten him even today?’ Primo sighed.
‘Less today than at any other time,’ Luke said. ‘Don’t forget that this was his birthday too.’
‘Why can her five sons not be enough for her?’ Carlo asked with a touch of wistfulness.
‘Because she does not have five sons,’ Toni said quietly. ‘She has six, and even now she grieves for the one who was lost. She believes with all her heart that one day she will find him again.’
‘Do you believe she’ll get her wish?’ Ruggiero asked.
Toni sighed helplessly. He had no answer.
Chapter One
‘OK, FOLKS, that’s it.’
The bell for the end of school sounded as Evie finished talking. Fifteen twelve-year-olds did a more or less controlled scramble, and in seconds the classroom was empty.
Evie rubbed her neck and stretched it a little to relieve the tension.
‘Hard week?’ asked a voice from the door. It was Debra, Deputy Head of the school, and the friend who’d asked her to help out for a term.
‘Yup,’ she replied. ‘Mind you, I’m not complaining. They’re good kids.’
‘Do you have time for a drink?’
‘Lead me to it.’
Later, as they sat on a pleasant terrace by the river, feeding scraps to the swans, Debra said in a carefully casual voice, ‘You really like those youngsters, don’t you?’
‘Mm, some of them are smart, especially Mark Dane. He’s got a true feel for languages. By the way, I didn’t see him today.’
Debra groaned. ‘That means he slipped away again. His truancy is getting serious.’
‘Have you told his parents?’
‘I’ve spoken to his father, who said very grimly that he’d ‘deal with it’.’
Evie made a face. ‘I don’t like the sound of him.’
‘No, I didn’t take to him either. Too much assurance. I gather he’s a big man in industry, built it up himself, finger on a dozen pulses, everything under control.’
‘And that includes his son?’ Evie said sympathetically.
‘I think it includes everything—you, me, Mark—’
‘And the little mouse in the corner,’ Evie said whimsically.
‘Justin Dane wouldn’t have a mouse,’ Debra said at once. ‘He’d hire a tiger to catch it. But enough of him.’ She took a deep breath and said with an air of someone taking the plunge, ‘Look, Evie, I had an ulterior motive in asking you out.’
‘I was afraid you might,’ Evie murmured. ‘But don’t spoil the moment. Seize it. Relish it.’
She leaned back on the wooden seat, one elegantly booted ankle crossed over the other knee. Her eyes were closed and she threw her head back, letting the late afternoon sun play on her face, where there was a blissful smile. With her boots and jeans, her slim figure and dark cropped hair, she might have been a boy. Or an urchin. Or anything but a twenty-nine-year-old schoolteacher.
‘Evie,’ Debra tried again in the special patient voice she kept for coping with her wayward friend.
‘Skip it, Deb. I know what you’re going to say, and I’m afraid the answer’s no. One term I promised, because that’s all I can do. It’ll be over soon and then you won’t see me for dust.’
‘But the Head’s knocked out by the way you’ve clicked with the pupils. He really wants you to stay.’
‘Nope. I just filled in while the language teacher had her baby. She’s had him now, a bonny, bouncing boy, which means it’s time for me to go bouncing off into the sunset.’
‘But she doesn’t really want to return, and I have strict instructions to persuade you to stay on, full time.’
Evie’s response to this was to back away along the bench with an alarmed little cry, like somebody fending off an evil spirit.
‘What’s up with you?’ Debra demanded.
‘You said the fatal words,’ Evie accused her, wild-eyed.
‘What fatal words?’
‘Full time.’
‘Stop fooling around,’ Debra said, trying not to laugh.
Evie resumed her normal manner. ‘I never do anything full time, you know that. I need change and variety.’
‘But you said you like teaching.’
‘I do—in small doses.’
