Luca's Bad Girl - By Amy Andrews Page 0,57

toxic too? Because I’m not going to get involved with someone who’s waiting for me to slip up or who’s out the door at the first sign of trouble wearing a gas mask.’

Luca, buoyed by the concession that she might actually be thinking of getting involved with him, placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed his thumbs against the polar fleece of the thick robe.

‘I’m not saying that this doesn’t scare me, that it’s not new territory, but as you said last night I can’t let an unhappy past, one that I can’t change, ruin a chance at a happy future. Neither of us can, Mia.’

Mia felt tears well in her eyes. This couldn’t possibly be true, could it? Could he actually love her back?

‘Oh, Mia,’ he murmured, drawing her against him. ‘Don’t cry, Mia. I love you.’

Mia shut her eyes tight as his accent washed over her like syrup and she allowed herself a moment to inhale the essence of him. Less than two months ago she hadn’t even known this man. Just last night she’d realised the utter depth of her feelings for him. And realised he couldn’t love her back.

Could she have been wrong?

‘This is just the near-death experience talking.’

She tried to break out of his grasp but Luca held her tighter. Her voice was muffled against his shirt but he heard every word.

‘No, Mia, no.’ He eased her gently back. ‘It may have been the jolt that removed the blinkers from my eyes, but this isn’t sudden. I’ve known deep inside, deep in my heart since that night in the on-call room, that you were special. That you were more than just another woman.’

The sincerity in his eyes and in his husky accented voice called to her on a primal level. She laid her head back on his chest as she allowed the possibilities to bloom. ‘I thought we were going to die last night and that I’d never get the chance to love you.’

Luca hugged her close as her words sang like an opera in his heart. ‘You love me,’ he said.

He’d hoped, he’d wondered, he’d wished. But to hear her say the words meant more than his next breath.

‘I didn’t want to,’ Mia murmured.

Luca chuckled as he stroked her hair. ‘Well, it’s just as well we don’t always get what we want.’

‘Oh, Luca.’ She pulled back and looked into his eyes, oozing love and joy. ‘I love you so much, I couldn’t bear anything to happen to us.’

Luca placed a finger across her mouth, shushing her, knowing what she was thinking. ‘I’m not your father, Mia. And you are not Marissa. We’re us and we won’t make the same mistakes.’

And then he lowered his head and drifted the sweetest, softest kiss across her mouth she’d ever experienced. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed.

‘Promise?’ she murmured against his lips.

Luca chuckled. ‘Promise.’

EPILOGUE

TWO weeks later a limousine carrying Luca in a tuxedo and a glamorously dressed but blindfolded Mia glided to a halt outside the Sydney Opera House.

‘We’re here,’ Luca announced.

Mia laughed. ‘Luca, for the last time, where are we going?’

‘Patience,’ he teased, kissing her nose. ‘Patience. Although we could just drive around in the back all night …’ he dropped a kiss behind her ear ‘… and christen the seats …’ His lips nuzzled her neck.

Mia laughed and pushed him away playfully. ‘Oh, no. No way.’

The door opened and Luca grinned at the chauffeur. ‘Okay, then, let’s go.’ He helped Mia out and once she was standing steadily he removed her blindfold.

Mia blinked as the illuminated sails of the Opera House filled her vision. She smiled at him. ‘We’re going to see a show?’

Luca smiled down at the woman he loved. ‘The ballet, actually.’

Mia looked at the tickets he thrust into her hands. She read the fancy printing several times before it registered. She looked up at him, the man she loved, so tall and handsome and so, so hers.

‘Swan Lake,’ she whispered, hugging the tickets close. ‘Oh, Luca … thank you.’

Mia beamed up at her Italian angel. She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped seeing the devil but tonight all she could see was a pair of luminescent wings and a bright golden halo.

And he was all hers.

* * *

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First published in Great Britain 2012

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Special thanks and acknowledgement are given to Alison Ahearn for her contribution to the Sydney Harbour Hospital series

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Table of Contents

Excerpt

About the Author

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue