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For a moment he seemed close to tears. He had known one of the Belloggios and gone to the funeral the week before. The kidnappers had, insanely, demanded fifteen million dollars and the release of half a dozen political prisoners. But the family had been unable to accede to their demands, and the government unwilling to. The results had been tragic. But although Isabella and Amadeo looked sympathetic, they remained unmoved. Bernardo was obviously seeing ghosts.
    Isabella stood up slowly and walked to where Bernardo stood. She reached up, hugged him, and smiled. We love you. And you worry too much. Amadeo was frowning, but out of concern for Bernardo, not fear for himself.
    You don't understand, do you? Bernardo looked at them both in growing despair.
    But this time it was Amadeo who answered as Isabella sat down in a chair with a sigh. We understand. But I think there's less reason for concern than you think. Look at us he waved humbly from Isabella to himself we're no one. We're dress merchants. What can anyone want from us?
    Money. What about Alessandro? What if they take him? For an instant Amadeo almost shuddered. Bernardo had scored.
    That would be different. But he's never alone, Bernardo. You know that. The villa is closed. No one could get in. You needn't be so worried. He is safe, and we are safe.
    You're wrong. No one is safe anymore. And as long as you both run around looking like that he waved unhappily at the newspaper picture again you're courting disaster. I saw that this morning and I wanted to kick you both. Amadeo and Isabella exchanged a quick look, and Bernardo turned away. They didn't understand. They thought he was crazy. But it was they who were mad. Naive and simple and stupid. Bernardo wanted to shout at them both but he knew there was no point. Dress merchants ' the biggest couture house in Europe, one of the largest fortunes in Rome, two spectacular-looking people, a vulnerable child, a woman covered with jewels ' dress merchants. He looked from one to the other again, shook his head, and walked to the door. I'll see about the soap, Isabella. But do me a favor, both of you. He paused for a moment, looking agonized again. Think about what I said.
    We will. Amadeo said it softly as Bernardo closed the door. And then he looked at his wife. He may be right, you know. Perhaps we should be more careful about you and Alessandro.
    And about you?
    I'm hardly an object of great interest. He smiled at her. And I don't go around in diamonds and furs.
    She smiled at him for a moment and then pouted. You can't take back my ring.
    I don't intend to. He looked at her tenderly.
    Never? She was a petulant child as she sat down on his lap and he grinned.
    Never. I promise. It's yours. And I'm yours. Forever. He kissed her then, and she felt the same rising fervor in her that he had aroused in her since they'd met. Her arms went around his neck, and her mouth came down hard on his.
    I love you, carissimo ' more than anything in this world' . They kissed again, and she felt tears sting her eyes when at last she pulled away. That happened sometimes. She was so happy, she wanted to cry. They had so much together, so much history, so many victories, not only the awards and the kudos, but the tender memories, the birth of their son, the days they had spent alone on an island in Greece five years before when they felt the business was suddenly too much for them; it had been then that Alessandro had been conceived. A thousand moments stood out in her mind and made Amadeo infinitely precious to her once again.
    Isabellezza' . He looked down at her with a smile in his deep emerald eyes. You have made my life perfect. Have I told you that recently?
    She smiled back. You've done the same for me. You know what I'd like to do?
    What? Whatever it was, they would do it. There was nothing he would deny her. Others would perhaps say she was spoiled, indulged by her husband. But she wasn't. She equally spoiled him. It was something they