Bound by the Italian's Contract

by Janette Kenny

  “Julian is lucky to be alive,” she said and meant it.

  He gave an abrupt nod, jaw snapping taut. “My brother doesn’t think so.”

  “I’m not surprised. Paralysis is difficult for average patients to cope with. It tends to devastate top athletes.” And Julian had been a new star on the horizon. “Recurrent bouts of depression are understandable in cases such as his. That is why adaptive skiing works,” she said. “It boosts confidence both on and off the slopes, strengthens physical ability and agility, and provides a means to broaden social skills.”

  “Unfortunately Julian has gained less than desirable results with alternative skiing and given up the effort,” he said. “Even more troubling, none of the therapists I’ve hired have a program as individualized as yours. He needs your help, Caprice. I believe he will respond to any challenge you put before him.”

  She blinked, his effusive praise at odds with his earlier criticism of her plans for her lodge. “Wait a minute. If you believe my program is that beneficial, then why are you hesitant to finance the renovation of Tregore Lodge?”

  “It is too small a facility to sustain a program of your scope.”

  A fact she couldn’t deny. Still, the lodge was hers and she could expand in time if she wished. “It’s all I can manage.” All she could afford.

  “Alone, perhaps.” He pushed to his feet and paced before the windows, his stride gracefully masculine. “You need to expand your scope. What you have envisioned has global appeal. Run with it.”

  He couldn’t be serious. Just the idea of taking her program into the world market had her head spinning. She didn’t want to run something that huge.

  “You’re talking incorporation and I want none of that,” she said.

  “Why?”

  “I want the lodge to remain controllable, and I can do that by keeping it family oriented,” she said.

  He tapped one long finger on the side of his glass and studied her so long that dread lay like a lead ball in her stomach. “You want to police every aspect of your program. That’s why you balk at courting the après-ski set. The expansion would be too great and you would have to delegate, to trust others, and you can’t do that.”

  She stiffened, disliking that he thought her that intractable. “My reputation is on the line here. I don’t want to slap my name on programs around the world, even if I personally train every therapist I hire. There is more to it than technique. The personal connection I strive to achieve with clients is what makes my program unique.”

  “Are you sure you aren’t equating small with safe?” Luciano asked.

  “I simply want to renovate my lodge into an alternative ski facility and launch my program,” she repeated. “That’s why I need a backer.”

  He pushed to his feet and crossed to the bar. “You want my money and nothing more from me, and you don’t want to take a risk,” he said over the clink of glasses.

  “Basically, yes,” she said. “Is that a problem?”

  “It could be one for you.” He strode toward the sofa with two glasses of decadently red wine and handed one to her, his gaze hot on hers, probing, assessing. “Everything has risks to some degree.”

  Like being here alone with him. Like courting his interest and financial support, which was all she wanted from him.

  “I’m cautious, Luciano,” she said, taking the wine at last but hesitant to taste it.

  Challenge glinted in his eyes. “Be bold.”

  “I am.” To a point. “What’s your proposal?” she asked, mindful of the disastrous turn her life had taken the last time she’d acted boldly.

  “Ignite my brother’s love of life again with your program. It is my hope that he will regain his desire to ski and develop his own line of adaptive equipment.”

  All built under the la Duchi logo of course.

  It was a logical sound business move that would surely make Luciano millions. That he was going to great lengths for his brother spoke volumes.

  “I can’t promise that therapy will totally heal him,” she said honestly. “Julian must want my help as well.”

  He sat on the sofa, so close to her she saw flecks of silver flare in his eyes. “Give him a reason to. In exchange for your tireless effort and expertise, I will completely finance the renovation of Tregore Lodge to your specifications. Anything you want. Do we have a deal?”

  She shook her head, refusing to agree to any verbal agreement, no matter how tempting. “It can’t be that simple. What’s the catch?”

  “No catch,” he said, his gaze riveted on hers, hot and intense. “I will finance the renovation and equipment for the launch of your adaptive ski program if you agree to come to my Alpine lodge and do all in your power to help Julian regain his life.”

  “Why is this so important to you?”

  “He’s my brother and has all but given up hope of having any normalcy of life,” he said. “Look around. There are far too many like him similarly afflicted. I have the means to give him that new start. You have the knowledge to reach and motivate him.”

  She bit her lower lip, thinking. Her program would gain huge accolades if it helped Julian. But even if it didn’t, she liked him and wanted to help. And she did need to cinch this deal with Luciano.

  “What you’re expecting of me is massive,” she said. “The chance for failure is great. You must realize that.”

  His frown deepened but he gave an abrupt nod, troubled eyes meeting hers. And for a heartbeat she was lost in them. Lost in the emotional pain that flickered a nanosecond in his eyes before vanishing behind that same blank wall.

  “I understand the risk,” he said. “But it is worth it if Julian will one day lead a productive life again.”

  “That’s admirable of you.” Touching.

  He shrugged, his blue eyes as turbulent as a restive sea. “As I said, I care about my brother.”

  She didn’t doubt that. But something else was bothering him deeply. What was it?

  This vulnerability of his to the travails of others was another change, a huge switch from the ruthless, competitive champion she remembered. Could a man change that much in seven years?

  Her father had taught her that a leopard never changed its spots. Yet this stern businessman she faced now was nothing like the rash playboy she’d known. Nothing similar to the man she’d expected to deal with.

  This Luciano was all business. Serious, driven, and clearly tormented. What had caused this transformation? His bitter divorce? The accident? Or did it run deeper than that?

  Hard to guess as she rarely read anything about him in the tabloids either. It was as if he’d dropped out of sight. She rose from the sofa and walked to the stunning vista offered by the windows. She needed the space between them to think.

  “Will Julian’s transformation free you to live your life again?” she asked.

  His jaw clenched. “My life is as I wish it. Your answer, Caprice,” he said, his intense gaze locked with hers in silent challenge again.

  She nodded, mentally kicking herself for getting sidetracked over the state of Luciano’s health instead of getting on with her business with him. But she wasn’t fool enough to accept his word at face value and snap up the chance to work with him, forgetting the slights.

  “If we agree to this on paper, you’ve got a deal,” she said and extended her hand just like she would to wrap up any business deal.

  His lips curved in a rare smile that brought back memories of the fun-loving man she’d known. Just as quickly it vanished behind that wall of indifference that he wore so well.

  “Excellent. I’ll arrange for us to meet with my interior design team as soon as possible. Once they are made aware of what we require, they will be able to come up with a plan for my lodge by the end of next week.”

  “Whoa! I thought I was
to decide how my program should be designed and implemented at your lodge.”

  “You’ll have a voice at the meeting.”

  A voice she intended to use. “I suppose you plan to sit in on the design meeting for Tregore Lodge as well?”

  “Of course I am. I’m financing it,” he snapped, brows drawn in a dark frown. “Why are you being so contrary?”

  “I don’t mean to be difficult. It’s just that this is all very important to me.”

  “Do you think it isn’t for me as well?”

  “I really don’t know what you’re thinking.”

  He muttered something she didn’t catch, rose and strode toward her, his long legs moving with fluid grace, the broad width of his shoulders a shifting wall of lean muscle. Each step exuded power and masculine grace and purpose, like a cougar stalking the canyon rim in search of prey.

  She stepped back, startled by the power that was all Luciano. He was a force to be reckoned with and she would do well to keep that in mind at all times.

  He stopped, his larger hand grasping hers in a warm, but clipped shake. “I am thinking I made a very savvy deal with a very smart woman who I admire.”

  “Thank you,” she said, pulling her hand back and hoping it didn’t appear as if his touch disturbed her. “To our mutual success.”

  “It will be.”

  “You’re that sure of yourself?”

  His smile was brief but oh so cocky, just like the man. “I play to win, Caprice. In everything.”

  She nodded, not needing to be reminded of that. “This isn’t a game to me either. It’s business. It’s what I’ve wanted to do for years and have put all my efforts into.”

  “Your business is your life,” he said, his features hardening into a benign mask.

  “I’ve put a lot of time into the lodge while my father was ill,” she said, hoping he understood. “The past year it demanded most of my attention because my program is a fledgling operation and I couldn’t afford a mistake.”

  “If you hope to succeed, you need to learn how to delegate,” he said, advice she’d received before and ignored.

  “Nobody knows my business like I do,” she shot back in defense.

  He frowned. “Still the same need for control, Caprice?”

  If only this wasn’t the first time she’d been accused of that, she thought, face burning. “I have to be picky when my reputation as a therapist is on the line.”

  One dark brow lifted. “You need to learn how to play the game.”

  That word again.

  She had no doubts that he referred to business and pleasure, her heart kicking up its pace at the thought of the latter, which was totally unacceptable. Under no circumstances would she fall victim to his charm again.

  So what if her business was her life? It was her choice, though she didn’t expect him to understand what she had gone through to get where she was at now.

  “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. This isn’t a game to me, Luciano. This is my future. My dream. I couldn’t have gotten this far with the few resources I have available if I hadn’t focused on getting my program started,” she said, gaze fixed on his.

  He huffed a breath, shaking his head. “I do understand.”

  He couldn’t. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t looking for friendship with Luciano Duchelini. Wasn’t looking for pity. All she needed, wanted, from him was a fat check for setting up her program in Italy and renovating Tregore Lodge before she returned to Colorado.

  She needed his business acumen and financial support. Her best chance to get both was to remain immune to his charismatic charm as she solidified this deal. She couldn’t let her judgment be clouded by emotions she had no intentions of pursuing.

  “Where do you suggest I start delegating?” she asked, determined to move forward.

  “Now. Let me be in charge of the renovations from start to finish,” he said.

  She stiffened at the idea of handing over control to him. “You don’t want my input in my own lodge?”

  “Your ideas are welcome,” he said, though the impatience creeping back into his voice belied it. “But there is no need for you to remain in Colorado to oversee the project.”

  He was right. She couldn’t devote full attention to her ski program if she had to deal with the building issues at the lodge. “You must understand that there are certain structural specifics I need in place to make my program work—”

  “I get that,” he interrupted, tossing his hands upward. “As I said before, you will sit down with my design team and list what is needed. When the plans are drawn up, you will see them again to ensure all your needs are met.”

  “I get final approval?”

  “Of course.”

  She bit her lip, searching for a shadow to pick apart and finding none. “That sounds good.” Perfect, actually.

  “It is. I will bring this renovation of your lodge to fruition.” He leaned forward, riveting gaze locked with hers, mesmerizing yet commanding. “Trust me.”

  “That’s hard for me to do again.”

  He spread his arms wide. “Why? I was nothing but honest with you.”

  And he had been. It was she who’d raised her expectations.

  My God, had she been that starved for love that she had grasped for scraps? Was she still that emotionally deficient?

  “I ended up hurt the last time I put my faith and trust in someone,” she said simply. By my mother first. By you, lastly.

  To her surprise, a ruddy flush streaked across his olive-hued cheekbones. “Believe me when I tell you I never intended to hurt you. I was—” he made a face, accented with a sharp upward jerk of one hand “—behaving abominably before the end. I regret hurting you, Caprice.”

  Dare she believe him? She wanted to continue thinking he didn’t care about anything but himself.

  Except that really wasn’t true. He had come here to enlist her aid to turn his brother’s life around. He was offering her a golden opportunity, albeit with him pulling all the strings.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said. Not now and it didn’t. It couldn’t.

  “You have my word it won’t happen again,” he said.

  She swallowed hard. Those were just the words she’d vowed to herself, with the added caveat to avoid Luciano’s company. Now here she was, straddling the fence about taking his offer when she’d already decided this was her best bet. He was a genius at what he did. In that, she had to trust him.

  “Then I will take you at your word,” she said.

  “Good.” His magnetic eyes grew more intense. “The length of time the lodge is closed will depend on how long it will take you to establish your program at my Alpine facility as well as my brother’s progress. A month is a generous estimate, considering Julian’s manner of late.”

  She shook her head, saddened. “Julian may have appeared laid-back, but I remember him being a force of pure energy,” she said. “He was always moving.”

  “People change, Caprice. My brother isn’t the man you remember.”

  She would be stunned if the crippling fall hadn’t changed the daring young skier. “I’m aware how an accident can affect an athlete physically and mentally. But I’m an optimist.”

  He stared at her, his features vague, unreadable. “I’m a realist. By proceeding with renovations here at top speed and avoiding problems, it will take at least two months to turn Tregore Lodge around.”

  Not what she wanted to hear, but there was nothing she could do to change it. Her lodge needed intense work and she needed Luciano’s backing.

  “I still intend to return to Colorado within a month when I’m finished with my part of our deal.” She would find a friend to crash with until her lodge was completed.

  “An aggressive prediction,” he sa
id, his intense scrutiny stretching the moment and her nerves to the max again. “The timeline doesn’t matter to me. I want my brother to have the chance and drive to live life again.”

  “I’ll do what I can to help him, but he must put forth the effort as well,” she said.

  “Therein lies the challenge.” He shook his head, firm lips pressed in an unyielding line.

  She blinked, unsure what to say. In her profession she had been quick to teach that a family member shouldn’t set the bar so high. Each patient must enter into the rehabilitation process because they wanted change.

  Whether that was the case or not, it boiled down to two things. She couldn’t renovate her business without Luciano’s help. Nor could she ignore this opportunity to help his brother.

  Julian had been there for her once when she’d needed a friend, helping her get away quickly and quietly. She owed him, at least in her mind. It was time to cease arguing with Luciano over minor points and repay his brother’s kindness.

  “Okay. When do we start?” she asked.

  “Now. I’ll get the team in place here, then we leave for Italy immediately.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  SHE WANTED HIM for his connections and his money.

  Luc dug his fingers into the leather-covered steering wheel and shot Caprice a pointed glance. She perched beside him in his rented Mercedes, attention trained on the netbook on her lap, oblivious of his annoyance. And why should she pay him any mind?

  She’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted from him—a financial backer with the added bonus of using his name and reputation in connection with her lodge. In that regard, she was just like Isabella, using him to better her own lot in life.

  The comparison had him clenching his jaw so hard it ached.

  Seven years ago he’d put Caprice from his mind for one reason. Her congratulatory kiss had stirred feelings in him that mirrored those he’d felt for Isabella. Feelings he’d buried with his wife and refused to ever revisit again.