“I should have called first, I know. But I grow tired of waiting for Draco to introduce us. It is as I expected. You are pregnant, are you not?”
Blair felt color rush to her face. “I…”
“Don’t worry, I am happy for the news, although it would have been nicer to have been told by my son than to have confirmed it myself.” Sabina leaned forward and gave Blair a pat on her arm. “Umberto, Draco’s father, will also be pleased. He tried to talk me out of bringing us both here today, but Draco has had long enough to keep you to himself. It was past time for you to meet the family, such as we are left.”
“Draco’s father is here also?” Blair asked, her eyes darting around to see if he was here at the poolside.
Sabina smiled. “He’s in the kitchen, no doubt driving Cristiano crazy picking from his pots and pans to see what’s for dinner. I heard the company helicopter come in a short while ago. Why don’t you run along and get dressed and we can welcome Draco home together.”
Without waiting for a response Sabina walked away, her elegant cream trousers and matching jacket fluttering gently in the light breeze that chased around the poolside patio. Blair slowly sank into the lounger Sabina had been sitting on. Draco’s mother—wow, that was an experience. Clearly the woman was used to taking charge—like mother, like son, she thought ruefully, and reached for the sarong-style wrap she’d brought down to the pool with her. She wrapped it around her and wished that for once she’d had the presence of mind to grab a robe or something that would cover her more efficiently.
By the time she’d quickly showered and dried herself off, she started to worry about what on earth she could wear tonight that still fit. From the quality of Sabina Sandrelli’s clothing and the way she carried herself, Blair had no doubt that she would expect her to dress for dinner. She’d decided on a pair of wide-legged elastic-waist pants and a loose-fitting top, but when she went through to her room there were two boxes sitting on her bed, with a brief handwritten note from Draco.
“I thought of you when I saw these.”
She lifted the top off the first box and parted the tissue wrapped around its contents. A sigh gushed past her lips as she lifted out an exquisite mint-green nightgown, so sheer as to almost be indecent. He’d thought of her when he’d seen this? Perhaps there was hope for her after all. The next layer revealed a matching peignoir. Blair held the gossamer-fine garments against her skin. She couldn’t wait to wear them, but somehow she doubted that this would be the kind of thing that the elegant Sabina had been expecting.
Blair removed the top off the second box and pulled out a cobalt-blue gown. She held it against her and swirled in front of the mirror. The color did amazing things for her skin, she decided, and the design—a full skirt dropping from the wide Empire-style waistband—would be perfect not only now, but in the coming summer months too. She dressed quickly and slid her feet into high-heeled black pumps.
A knock at the door dragged her from the mirror where she’d been standing, admiring the fall of the gown.
“Ah, it looks even better on you than on the model,” Draco said, coming into her room and closing the door.
Her eyes feasted on him. Dressed in a tailored, charcoal-gray suit, he was both formidable and undeniably sexy. Suddenly Blair felt self-conscious. She plucked at the fabric of dress.
“Thank you, it’s beautiful,” she said softly. “It’s all lovely.”
“I’m glad. I notice you haven’t worn earrings since you’ve been here, yet your ears are pierced. I hope you don’t mind, but I bought you these.”
Draco withdrew a small jeweler’s box from his jacket pocket and opened it. All the breath in Blair’s lungs froze when she saw the platinum-set diamond ear studs there.
“May I?” Draco asked.
He put the box down on the table next to him, then gently slipped one earring from its nest and removed the butterfly clasp off the back. His fingers brushed against Blair’s neck, his touch setting a flame across her skin as he put first one earring in one lobe, then the other. He turned her to face the mirror.
Blair lifted a trembling hand to touch an earring. She’d never owned anything so valuable before. As she reviewed her reflection, she almost didn’t recognize the woman who’d returned to the palazzo just over a week ago. There was a bloom to her skin that spoke of her increasing health, and the skin under her eyes was clear of the usual shadow of tiredness. In the gown and with these earrings she could almost fool herself into believing she belonged here amongst the sumptuous furnishings, at the side of the impeccably attired man reflected beside her. But she knew that was little more than a futile dream.
“Thank you, Draco, they’re beautiful. But I can’t accept such an expensive gift. Really.”
Regret sliced through her as she spoke from her heart. No matter what her trappings, she’d still be Blair Carson, chef and restaurateur. That title, and Carson’s, were what defined her. It was what she was, pure and simple.
“They are yours to do with what you wish, it makes no difference to me.” The warm light that had been in his eyes dimmed a little. “Now, shall we join my parents downstairs?”
Blair had almost forgotten. Almost, but not quite. Butterflies danced nervously in her stomach.
“She knows, Draco. Your mother, she knows I’m pregnant. She guessed.”
“I expected as much. Don’t worry. It is not a problem.”
Blair fervently hoped it wouldn’t be, and that she wouldn’t be put on the spot by Draco’s parents over their relationship. Tonight promised to be awkward. Already, she was looking forward to its end.
Downstairs they joined Sabina and Umberto in the formal salon Blair had only glimpsed from the doorway in the past week.
“Ah, don’t you look lovely,” Draco’s mother said, rising from her chair and crossing the room to take Blair by the hand. “Umberto, come meet Blair.”
Draco’s father was clearly a shadow of the man he’d once been, one side of his body clearly difficult to move and control. Once the introductions were completed, Sabina drew Blair to one side of the room, seating her by one of the tall, arched windows and taking the chair opposite.
“We can leave the men to their business. If they get it out of the way now, they won’t disturb us with it over our meal,” she said conspiratorially.
Blair just smiled. There was something about Sabina that made her feel inadequate. Nothing obvious, just a sensation. She was probably being ridiculous, but as Sabina gently prompted Blair for information about herself and her family, she felt as if she was sinking deeper and deeper in the other woman’s estimation.
Technically, she supposed she should be the hostess in this situation, but she knew that Sabina had spent most of her married life here in the palazzo, only moving to a smaller villa on the property a couple of years ago. Her general air of command put Blair very much on the defensive—a position she didn’t enjoy.
“Tell me, when is the baby due?” Sabina asked once she’d plumbed the depths of Blair’s family tree. Something that hadn’t taken very long.
“Not until the middle of November,” Blair managed to say through stiff lips.
“Ah, a winter baby. The nursery here is well-insulated, so you will not have to concern yourself that he will be cold.”
“There is a nursery?” Blair blurted out before she could think.
Of course there’d be a nursery here. Generations of Sandrellis had been born here so it made perfect sense the children would have had their own accommodation. A pang of concern struck her. Despite her agreement with Draco, she didn’t want to leave her baby. The very thought now filled her with dread.
“Men!” Sabina rolled her eyes. “I cannot believe that Draco has not shown you the nursery. After dinner I will show it to you. Now, tell me more about yourself. How did you and my son meet?”
Sabina was a great listener, and before long Blair had told her not only about how they’d met but how Draco had come back into her life in New Zealand. T
he older woman was nodding with a smile on her face.
“That’s my son. Never one to stand back and wait when he can just take what he wants. But despite that, he’s a good boy.”
Blair fought back a grin, it was hard to imagine that anyone could refer to Draco as a “boy.” As far as she was concerned he was all man—and it made the current distance between them all the harder to bear. She missed the closeness they’d shared before he discovered the pregnancy. As Sabina waxed lyrical about her son’s achievements, Blair gained a new insight into the complexities of the man she loved. It was clear he would do anything for his parents, and that despite the fact his father was no longer capable of being active in the Sandrelli’s business affairs, he regularly consulted with him about business decisions.
“Of course, when Marcella died we were all devastated. Umberto and I are very happy he’s found another so special.”
Sabina’s words made Blair sit upright. “Marcella?”
“Ah, I see Draco hasn’t told you about her yet.” Sabina’s lips formed a moue of irritation and she sighed. “Well, now, since I’ve mentioned her name, I should probably put your curiosity to rest.”
“I’m not—”
“My dear, don’t worry. Curiosity is a good thing, and if you and my son are to be married, then you should know about his late fiancée.”
Married? Before Blair could disabuse Draco’s mother of the idea another word sank into her head. Fiancée?
“It was terribly sad, of course. Marcella was such a darling girl. No one knew about her heart defect.”
“Had they…had they known each other long?”
Blair both wanted to know about this other woman and didn’t. She knew she’d be found wanting if she was to be compared side-by-side with the woman he had loved enough to offer marriage.
“Oh yes, she was the daughter of old friends. We’d always hoped for a family alliance, but sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.” Sabina lapsed into silence for a moment before continuing. “It’s why I wanted to see you for myself, you know. I suspected, when Draco told me you were living here, that you were more than just one of his passing flings. Then when I saw you, I knew you must be pregnant. I’m so glad he now has the chance to have the child he lost when Marcella passed away.”
“She was pregnant?” A cold chill ran down Blair’s back.
“Yes, she knew how important family was to Draco, especially after Lorenzo’s accident. She didn’t want to wait until after they were married to start their family. Of course her parents were horrified when she announced to us all that she was having Draco’s baby, but they soon came to look forward to it as much as we did.”
“You mentioned a heart problem. Did Marcella know?”
“Apparently so. She’d been warned not to have children, but I think she was scared she’d lose Draco if she didn’t. She risked her life to have his baby. Sadly, the risk was too great. We lost them both. I thought Draco would go mad with grief.”
Again Sabina lapsed into silence, but then drew in a deep breath and straightened her shoulders.
“But that’s in the past, and now we have a new baby to look forward to. And a wedding!” She clapped her hands together. “Have you two set a date yet?”
“No, Mamma, we have not.”
Both women wheeled around in their seats as Draco’s voice interrupted them. He handed his mother a glass of white wine and Blair a fruit juice. Blair couldn’t tell from his expression whether he’d overheard his mother’s conversation. Draco speared her with a searching glance. Did he imagine for one minute that she’d told his mother they were engaged? Blair knew she had to put Sabina right.
“Actually, we’re not engaged,” she said, slightly breathless.
“Not engaged?” Sabina’s perfect eyebrows shot toward her hairline and she directed a stern look at her son.
“No, Mamma,” Draco confirmed in a voice that did not encourage further discussion on the topic.
His father shuffled over to join them and conversation turned to more general topics, but all evening and all through their meal Blair was plagued with questions racing around in her mind about his dead fiancée.
Suddenly, Draco’s heavy-handed approach to her pregnancy began to make sense now. She had a deeper understanding of what this pregnancy meant to him, why his reaction had been so sudden and so severe when he’d found out about it, and why he was so determined she have the best care that money could buy. Not that it had saved poor Marcella, she thought grimly. She wondered what had driven the other woman to deliberately enter into a pregnancy, knowing it could take her life—take her from the very man she loved enough to want to spend the rest of her life with him.
For a moment, Blair allowed herself the luxury of envy of Marcella—of the fact that she had loved Draco and been loved in return. But then she felt ashamed. Jealous of a dead woman? That was taking herself to a new low indeed.
That Draco already loved their unborn baby Blair had no doubt; but she knew that love couldn’t extend to her as well. It was ironic. The last time she’d believed herself in love with a man, her best friend had come between them. This time it was a baby and the memory of Marcella. How could she ever hope to compete with that?
At least she had Carson’s. It was the one constant in her life and would be waiting for her when all this was over. She had to hold onto that thought. It was the only thing that would get her through all of this.
She wanted more than that, though. She wanted Draco. She wanted what he’d shared with Marcella, together with all the hopes and dreams for the future. The idea terrified her and exhilarated her at the same time. She fingered the charm bracelet she’d worn since the day he’d given it to her, and considered the earrings he’d put in her ears himself this evening. He wasn’t totally uncaring of her. Maybe, just maybe, they could make it work.
It was late when Umberto and Sabina left to return to their villa and Blair let herself into her bedroom. During the tour of the nursery with Sabina, Blair had expressed surprise that, with the size of the palazzo, Draco’s parents didn’t keep a suite of rooms here. But Sabina had explained that all her married life she’d done what had been expected of her in the Sandrelli name. Now that Draco had taken over the reins from his father, it was time for them to truly be a couple and have their own home and their own dreams together. And besides, with his disabilities from a series of small strokes, Umberto was far more comfortable in their single-level dwelling.
Sabina’s comments had struck a chord with Blair. Despite Sabina’s hopes that the men would confine their business discussions to their predinner drinks, the dinner table had been dominated by Sandrelli affairs. She could understand why the other woman would have wanted some distance between work and home life, but it was her compassion and obvious love for her husband that struck a deeper chord.
It was clear to her that Sabina was very much still the lady of the palazzo. She’d given up all of this so her husband wouldn’t need to struggle or rely on others for what independence he still held.
Again it occurred to Blair that Draco would have very little time for their baby, once it was born. She had to find some way to heal the rift between them and span their differences. She couldn’t bear the idea that their child would be raised by a succession of nannies if she failed to convince Draco of her need to now be a part in their baby’s life.
Blair may not have had her mother’s love growing up, and her father had been focused on his work a lot of the time, but he’d been there for her one way or another. And she wanted to be there for the baby too.
Blair had to talk to Draco. Tonight, before her courage deserted her. She had to convince him to consider a future between them.
Carefully, she took off the blue dress Draco had bought her and placed it on a hanger, then she removed her underwear and slid the nearly translucent nightgown and peignoir on over skin that had suddenly become hypersensitive to the silky-soft texture of the garment. She tangled her fingers through her hair and
pinched at cheeks that had suddenly paled.
That would have to do, she thought, and before she could change her mind, she let herself out the room and padded on bare feet down the hall to Draco’s suite. Without hesitating, she rapped her knuckles on his door and, not even waiting for his reply, opened it and stepped inside.
Twelve
“Is there something wrong?”
Draco turned from the desk where he’d been standing, reading a sheet of paper. He placed the paper and the cut crystal tumbler he’d held in his hand on the glossy wooden surface of the desk and crossed the distance between them, concern pulling his eyebrows into a frown.
“No, I’m fine, I just wanted to talk to you a while. That’s all.”
Now that she was here, she suddenly felt nervous. She shouldn’t have changed into the nightgown that was for sure. While it had seemed a good idea at the time, right now she felt as if she’d put herself on display, when what she wanted was Draco’s total attention—and not in that way.
“The night wear looks lovely on you.”
Appreciation gleamed in Draco’s eyes, and Blair felt her body warm and stir under his gaze.
“Thank you,” she said, her words a little breathless.
She averted her eyes and sat down on one of the comfortable, overstuffed couches in his sitting room and cleared her throat.
“Your mother spoke to me about a few things today,” she started.
“I can imagine,” Draco said with a smile. “My mother generally has much to say on every topic.”
“She told me about Marcella.” There, she’d said it. The other woman’s name had slid off her tongue without so much as a hint of the envy she unrealistically bore his dead fiancée.
Draco’s eyes narrowed into cold, emerald chips. “What, exactly, did my mother tell you?”
Maybe this was a mistake. Blair smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from her sleeve and drew in another breath before speaking.
“She told me you were engaged and that Marcella died while she was pregnant, before you could be married.”
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