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the flats. The area made him shiver.
    How many times had she risked her life crossing that litter-strewn concrete desert late at night?
    ‘I take it that’s a no.’ With a careless shrug, she put the mug down on a small table and Silvio glanced back at her, frowning as he saw the red bruising on her knuckles.
    ‘I’d forgotten about your hand.’
    ‘My hand is fine. How’s your face?’
    ‘My face is fine.’ Struggling with emotions he didn’t know he was capable of feeling, Silvio crossed to the small fridge and yanked it open, glaring with disbelief at the empty shelves. ‘What do you eat?’
    ‘I usually eat out,’ Jessie said blithely, her slender frame telling a different story. ‘I can’t get through the week without dining in at least one Michelin-starred restaurant.’
    Ignoring her sarcasm, Silvio reminded himself that his priority was getting her out of this place, not sorting out deficiencies in her diet. ‘Where’s the freezer compartment?’
    ‘No freezer compartment. You’ll just have to take your gin and tonic without the ice. Sorry for any inconvenience.’
    If the situation hadn’t been so urgent he would have admired her courage.
    Or maybe it was just that she didn’t know how much danger she was in.
    And then she switched on another light and he saw the dark shadows under her eyes.
    She knew .
    The fact that she was frightened dug deep into his gut. Herlife choices were coming back to haunt her and regret sliced through him because if he’d been here, everything would have been different.
    He’d thought that leaving was the best thing he could do for her. Now he saw it had been the worst.
    ‘That’s another minute wasted,’ he drawled softly. ‘Never mind—the ice will have to wait until we’re at my place.’ The bruising on her hand would be worse but he’d have to find some other way of dealing with it. It was better than this nervous tension.
    ‘I’m not going with you, Silvio.’ She turned on the tap, filled the mug full of water and drank thirstily. But the hand holding the mug was shaking. ‘Get out of my life.’
    ‘I did that once before. It didn’t work out so well, did it?’
    ‘It worked perfectly for me.’
    ‘I’m back in your life, Jessie, whether you like it or not.’
    ‘You can’t afford me, Silvio. You might be rich but I’m out of your league.’ Her allusion to her dubious lifestyle stoked his anger. He wanted to push her up against the wall and demand to know why she’d allowed this to happen. He wanted to know why it had all gone so wrong. But he knew the answer to that one.
    He was responsible. Because of him, she’d given up caring. Because he’d allowed her to send him away, he hadn’t been able to protect her.
    Guilt crashed down on him and he heaved it away, knowing it to be a poor friend—a stifling, useless weight that achieved nothing. Keep moving forward—wasn’t that how he’d lived his life?
    ‘Another thirty seconds gone. I hope you travel light.’ Silvio prowled back to the window and lifted the blinds just enough to give him visual access.
    The first thing he noticed was that a small crowd hadgathered around his car. The second was that a battered black van with no lights had pulled up at the far end of the street.
    He swore in Italian. ‘You’re out of time, Cinderella. Get your passport.’
    ‘I’ve told you—I’m not going with you.’
    ‘Now!’ He thundered the word and saw her flinch. ‘Before both our brains are splattered over your wall. Move!’
    ‘I—’
    ‘So help me, Jess, my reputation will only protect us for so long. After that we need something a little more concrete. If you say one more word I’ll shoot you myself.’ Distracted by the neckline of her gold dress, he was finding it hard to concentrate. ‘Get your passport!’
    ‘I don’t have a passport! You’re the one who joined the jet set, not me!’ She yelled the words at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes defiant. ‘Why would I