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mesmerized. A sphere of heat and desire burned in her solar plexus, making it hard for her to look him in the eyes when he replied.
    “It’s really nothing like that. I told you, I own a company that produces software. I started it over ten years ago, just a friend and me. It took larger proportions, but it’s not an empire. Let’s just say it pays the bills,” he added grinning.
    “Aha…and you’re here for your sister’s wedding, you said. When is that?”
    “December fifteenth.”
    “Who wants to marry in bloody December? Who wants to marry and why, period?” she demanded, choosing another doughnut with chocolate icing.
    One corner of his mouth lifted.
    “Oh, I see. Afraid of marriage and children. A woman after my own taste.”
    When she smirked, he went on, “In answer to your question, I suppose couples who love each other want to marry any time of the year. Linda and Gerard are very anxious to make their relationship official.”
    She stopped, her forehead creasing in concentration.
    “Linda…Coriola…the sculptress? Your sister is Linda Coriola, the sculptress? Why didn’t I make the connection sooner?”
    “Yes, she’s my baby sister. You know her?”
    “Not know her, but I’ve heard about her. Who hasn’t? Well, maybe not everybody has, but I’m a news junkie, so it was hard to avoid seeing her on TV now and again. She’s very talented. And I like her art. It’s not like other stuff, too abstract you can’t see anything artistic in it.”
    He laughed.
    “She would love to hear that.”
    “She’s marrying a doctor, isn’t she?”
    “Yeah, Gerard Leon. He’s a hell of a guy, a brilliant researcher. As a matter of fact, he is about to put on the market two treatments that could eradicate cancer. But for one reason or another, someone’s always giving him grief about it. If I were paranoid, I’d say someone is sabotaging him,” he said thoughtfully, washing down the doughnuts with some soda.
    “Why would anybody want to do that?” she asked, tasting her own drink.
    “A sick mind doesn’t need a reason to do something. Gerard believes—and I tend to agree—there’s a worldwide conspiracy to prevent lethal diseases from being cured. Who, what and why? I couldn’t answer that. But this theory is far too popular and logical not to contain a grain of truth. Anyway, I’ve lured you away with doughnuts so I can find out more about you, not to talk about me and mine,” he teased. Supporting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands, he stared at her deeply.
    “Who are you, Miss Galsworthy?”
    Sonia reclined in her chair.
    “Are you asking as my trainee?”
    He chuckled, amused, but then his smile faded as he said seriously, “I’m asking as a man who wants to know you very well. You’d better tell me now if you’re not interested.”
    She let herself be captured in the dark intensity of his gaze. No more games. Here it was—the moment of truth. Was she interested? Hell, yeah! What woman in her right mind wouldn’t be?
    “I’m flattered by your interest, Giovanni. And I believe you’re an interesting man yourself. I wouldn’t have shared the doughnut experience with you if I thought otherwise. So, what do you want to know about me?”
    “Everything,” he replied simply and his eyes wondered down, focusing on her lips. To his credit, he didn’t stare at her breasts, though she had the feeling it was tremendously hard for him not to. She put down her soda, hoping her nipples weren’t visible. Commodity aside, maybe she should start wearing a bra, even though she hated being constrained by such garments. She returned her thoughts to the matter at hand.
    “I’m a twenty-nine-year-old London-born-and-bred girl with a passion for guns and an addiction to fashionable clothes. To my late parents’ dismay, I’ve loved guns and weapons since I was three and got my first water pistol. They always asked themselves where they’d gone wrong with me, why wasn’t I