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his brother any more. And if he had to bed her himself to prove the point, he would.
    ‘Sounds like a plan,’ Luca replied. ‘You’re sure about no contact?’
    ‘Dead sure. No contact whatsoever. Why make it easy for her? Let her think you’re deeply disappointed with her. If she waits for you, still smitten like crazy and willing to put things right - great, go ahead and marry her. If not, at least you know she wasn’t truly in love with you.’
    Enzo hardly registered the clink of the ice cubes against the bottom of the glass as he poured himself a generous measure of whisky. It wasn’t even lunchtime and he already needed a drink. He frowned. The conversation with his brother had catapulted him right back to that dreadful morning two years ago, the day his heart had shattered into a million tiny pieces. No way would he ever fall in love again unless he found someone really special, someone who probably didn’t even exist, and certainly not someone like Izzy Jones or Luca’s flirtatious PA.
    Strange actually, he mused while sipping the strong, amber liquid, that he’d never told anyone about his relationship with Izzy. Not his cousins and not his brother. He had planned to do so, but then the full force of Luca’s bitter divorce had hit the family, and there had never seemed to be a good moment to mention his failed engagement.
    What the heck, it had never been that important, had it? A two day engagement was hardly worth shouting about, so why on earth should anybody be interested? Enzo downed his drink and got up to get another one. The problem was she was still interesting to him . He couldn’t forget her. Not a day passed when he didn’t remember Izzy’s betrayal or visualise her sitting at the table in that little café, smiling warmly at Samuel Carson. He had cursed her so often it was second nature to him now, but night after night, she crept into his dreams pretending to be the only one for him, the only one he could ever love.
    The second drink went the same way as the first. Enzo snorted. They hadn’t even slept together because he’d been stupid enough to fall for her claim that she was a virgin. He’d been extra gentle with her, hadn’t wanted to rush her into anything she wasn’t ready for yet, and all the time she had laughed behind his back. He couldn’t believe how trusting he’d been, and still… No matter how many beautiful girls he had dated since then, how many sweet promises they’d whispered into his ears, he had forgotten their faces and their names the instance they’d stepped out of his bed. All he could think about was Izzy. Beautiful innocent Izzy, the only one he had loved.
    He had been in Rome for almost two years now. He’d never had the desire to return to England, especially since the family mansion had fallen into the hands of Rebecca Morton, the bitch. But now it was time for a change, he decided, setting the empty whisky glass on his desk. He had to get Izzy out of his system and out of his dreams, and there was just one way to go about this. He had to face the enemy. Maybe he should bed her, or maybe it would be enough to see her in action, winding her greedy tentacles round some unsuspecting millionaire’s neck before wrenching his last penny from the man.
    Enzo curled his lips. One way or other, confronting Izzy was exactly what he would do, and at the end of it she would finally be gone from his life for good.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    ‘Say that again,’ Izzy gasped with a startled expression in her eyes, the glowing, sun kissed complexion of her skin turning pale all of a sudden. ‘ What is the name of the company where you’d like me to take over your job, pretending to be you?’
    At the other end of the phone line Bella Hetherington, her identical twin, took a deep breath. ‘ Vallorini’, she repeated. ‘Like the hotel chain.’
    ‘Or like Enzo Vallorini’, Izzy said when she’d regained her composure. ‘I can’t believe you’re working there. I