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‘Get out of the fountain. Now.’

‘If you want me out, you’ll have to come and get me.’ Izzy’s smile didn’t slip but there was a challenge in her eyes and Matteo resisted the temptation to do exactly as she’d suggested. She’d feel—

Incredible.

Her fingers skimmed the surface of the water and her eyes met his. Something wicked gleamed there. ‘Now you’re in trouble, Your Highness.’

Reading her mind he breathed in sharply. ‘Don’t you dare.’ There was no way she’d—

The shower of cold water splattered his hair, his jacket and the front of his shirt, which promptly welded itself to his skin. ‘Maledezione—’ he swore fluently in Italian and wiped the water from his eyes. ‘Are you crazy? This suit is silk.’

‘Better take it off then, before it’s ruined.’

He did just that, shrugging the jacket from his shoulders in a violent movement and saw her gaze slide to his damp shirt.

Her lips parted and her eyelids lowered slightly. ‘Nice body, Your Highness.’