Capello Brothers 3 Train My Heart Read Online Free PDF

papers, filing everything
in a logical order and setting aside the most current paperwork
that needed attention. She'd run it all past Luca later.
    As she filed
the last of the errant paperwork, Imogen collapsed into the desk
chair and surveyed her handiwork. Slipping off her shoes, she
rubbed at her ankle, the swelling still hadn't gone down and given
the pain coursing through her foot, moving the filing cabinet had
clearly aggravated something.
    "Well, well,
well…" came Luca's deep voice from the doorway.
    Spinning on her
chair, Imogen met his eye contact and saw the playful look on his
face, "Luca Capello. How on Earth do you get anything done in here?
This—" she said waving her hands as explanation, " is terrible!"
she commented mockingly.
    "We're not all
born organisers you know Im; but if you are going to work in here,
there are some rules", he smiled cheekily, walking through the
office and checking out how neat and tidy Imogen had made it. "Im,
thanks for sorting this all out; it's been driving me nuts for so
long, but I never get a chance to fix it—"
    "Hmmm… you're
welcome" she said as he bent down and took her mouth fiercely in
his. "These rules… I'm interested, what are they Luca?" she
asked.
    "Firstly, no
more moving furniture" he scorned, kneeling in front of her and
inspecting her ankle. "Im, geez, you've stirred this injury up
again. Is it sore?".
    "No" she
lied.
    "Yeah, right.
Sit, I'll go get an icepack. Then we'll go over the other rules—"
he stopped interrupted by Imogen's ringing mobile phone.
    "Ooh, saved by
the bell, huh?" Imogen laughed, grabbing her phone out of her bag
and answering it as Luca left for the icepack.
     
     
     
    "Im, sorry I
got caught up—" he started as he walked into the office, and then
caught the look on Imogen's face. "Penny for your thoughts?" he
asked.
    "That was the
publishing house" she whispered, "I'm a finalist, Luca. I can't
believe it… a finalist!"
    "Amazing Im!
You are amazing" Luca said, sitting on the desk in front of her and
drawing her in closer to hug her, "what happens from here?"
    "A gala dinner
next Friday, they announce the winner. God, I'm so nervous
now…"
    "Right, let's
ice this foot for half an hour, then we're heading out" he said,
reaching for her foot and cradling it in his lap before bandaging
the ice pack on.
    "Where are we
going?"
    "I'm taking my
girl out, do I need a reason?" he smiled.
     
     
     
    "Emerald green
or navy blue, Luca?" Imogen asked, holding them both up for him to
see.
    She hadn't
expected Luca to suggest a shopping trip and he hadn't once
complained as she dragged him from shop to shop trying to find the
perfect dress for next week's gala dinner. She'd finally found the
style she wanted, now the only question was colour.
    "Try them both"
Luca replied, closing the gap between them and placing a kiss on
her forehead.
    Searching
through the rack to find her size, Imogen noticed that the shop
attendant was once more showering Luca with attention. To his
credit, Luca had kindly brushed her off several times already, but
this time as she walked over and slid her fingers down his toned
arms, Luca caught her fingers and said something to her in a hushed
tone, causing her to stomp off looking annoyed and dejected.
    Imogen barely
stifled her laugh, capturing Luca's attention immediately.
    "Something
funny, Im?" he teased back.
    "Not at all"
she laughed, "I was just admiring your tact".
    "Take them
both, let's go try these on you" he bent and whispered in her ear,
nipping her earlobe before grabbing her hand and dragging her to
the nearby changing room.
    "Luca!" she
exclaimed as he walked in with her, "you can't come in here."
    "Ah, but I'm
helping Im—less steps for you to take on that sore ankle if you
don't have to walk out and show me" he nuzzled into her neck,
unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her shoulders before
reaching around and unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the
floor, leaving her naked except her bra