Читать книгу The Italian's Touch - Carol Marinelli, Carol Marinelli - Страница 2
Оглавление“You’re running yourself ragged, trying to take the blame for everything and compensate for all that has happened.
“You need to see what a great job you’re doing and stop imagining the worst.”
Fleur stiffened at the rather backhanded compliment.“I think you’re being rather premature in drawing your conclusions about me, Mario. We’ve known each other for barely more than a couple of weeks.” His hands were still on her shoulders and Fleur was suddenly conscious of his touch. Casting her eyes down she waited for the next tirade of Calm down and Don’t blame yourself.
“Has it really only been two weeks?” The genuine bewilderment in his voice made her look up.“I feel I have known you so much longer.”
Her mind drifted back to last night on the balcony, and the emotions that had coursed through her then. Could so much have happened for them both in such a short space of time?
