The Italian's Rightful Bride - By Lucy Gordon Page 0,55

slowly, ‘that I should fetch Gustavo.’

The light was fading as she reached the house and went straight to the library, where she found Gustavo at his desk with Renata, poring over an atlas, heads together.

‘There’s something I think you should come and see,’ she said as calmly as she could manage.

She was pleased to see that he instinctively glanced at his daughter, including her in the expedition.

‘I thought you’d all be coming in to supper about now,’ he said.

‘This is much better than supper,’ she said.

A mysterious, suppressed glee in her manner made him look at her, puzzled.

‘What is it?’ he asked.

‘Come and see,’ she told him.

Renata took her father’s hand. ‘Let’s go, Papa.’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You lead the way.’

They went back in Joanna’s car and found the excavation full of brilliant lights that had been hauled out from the trucks.

‘We’ve got out another brick,’ Hal confided in a tone of excitement.

‘What have you discovered?’ Gustavo wanted to know.

‘Take this,’ she said, giving him the flashlight, ‘and look through there.’

He crouched down to follow the beam and she heard him draw in his breath.

‘Is that—what I think it is?’ he asked.

‘It’s gold,’ Joanna said. ‘I’m almost sure of it.’

‘The lost treasure of Montegiano,’ he murmured.

‘It’ll take us some days to get right in there and remove what we find,’ Joanna said cautiously. ‘But it’s looking good.’

‘Thank you for bringing me to see it,’ he said. ‘If only—’

‘Yes,’ Joanna said, nodding in understanding. ‘If only—’

‘We’ll have to be patient, Papa,’ Renata said, speaking like a nanny. Protecting her father was something she now took very seriously.

Joanna awoke suddenly, instantly alert. It was still dark but instinct told her that there was somebody in her room.

‘Who’s there?’ she demanded.

‘It’s only me,’ came Gustavo’s voice. ‘Forgive me for coming in like this but I couldn’t knock in case anyone heard. No, don’t put the light on.’

She pulled herself up in bed. He was sitting on the bed and in the near-darkness she could just make out the glint in his eyes and the excitement that radiated from him.

Her pulses were racing, making it hard for her to speak. Why had he come to her room like this in the darkness?

‘Gustavo, why have you come here?’ she managed to whisper at last.

‘I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been lying awake thinking about everything—we’re on the brink of so many things; don’t you feel that?’

‘Yes,’ she said.

If only he would kiss her. Since their night together a shadow had seemed to fall between them, but now he was here, seeking her out as though that shadow had never been. But why didn’t he touch her?

‘I can’t stand the waiting any longer,’ he said. ‘Let’s do it now.’

‘Let’s—?’

‘Go out to the dig and find out what’s there.’

‘Go to the dig?’ she echoed in a daze.

‘I know it’s still dark but the dawn will break soon. There’ll be enough light to find something, surely?’

She stared at his face that had grown a little clearer as the light increased.

‘Is this why you came creeping into my room?’ she asked, incensed.

‘I know I shouldn’t have done it like this, but you understand, don’t you?’

‘I’m beginning to.’

He didn’t seem to notice a slightly grim edge to her voice. He was possessed by his own excitement over whatever might be found. Clearly this was the only thing he could focus on.

‘I’ll join you downstairs in a minute,’ she said.

He had the car’s engine already running when she got in, and in ten minutes they were there. She got out some lighting and they descended into the foundations.

‘We managed to get another couple of bricks out,’ she said. ‘You can see better now.’

She flooded the chamber with light, while he gazed through, drawing in a slow breath.

‘It’s almost close enough to touch,’ he said, trying to reach in. ‘No, I can’t get through that hole.’

‘Here, take the light. I’m thinner.’

She reached forward, easing herself through the hole until she could just touch something. It came off in her hand and she had to grab it.

‘Pull me back,’ she said quickly.

He hauled her towards him so fast that she had to hook her arm about his neck to steady herself. He held on, not letting her go, but breathing fast.

‘I’m not sure that I dare to look at it,’ he said. ‘It matters too much.’

‘Does it?’ she said, and she couldn’t keep a certain sadness out of her voice. This wasn’t what she had hoped mattered to him.

‘More than anything you could know,’ he said