Lucy Gordon
Rinaldo’s Inherited Bride
The first book in the Italian Brothers series, 2004
Dear Reader,
When two brothers love the same woman, the result is a mighty clash in the fierce heat of Tuscany, a place where the colors are darker, and the air crackles with danger.
Rinaldo and Gino share a powerful love of the land, and have the same emotional, virile intensity. But fate has turned Rinaldo into a gruff, hard-bitten cynic, while Gino, his younger brother, likes to laugh and still has traces of the boy in his carefree nature.
Their peace is wrecked by Alex, from England, who has unexpectedly inherited a claim to some of their farm. Then no amount of brotherly love can count against the passion for a woman both see as an interloper, yet whom neither can resist.
Elegant, determined, a success in her high-powered career, Alex is sure she can deal with the Farnese brothers. She doesn’t know that they have tossed a coin for her, nor would she care. She will choose the man she wants.
One will win the prize. The other will be cast out to find his destiny among strangers.
Best wishes,
L G
CHAPTER ONE
Alex had expected some resentment, but not this bleak hostility. All the way out from England to Italy she had wondered about Rinaldo and Gino Farnese, the two men she had partly dispossessed.
Now, meeting Rinaldo’s eyes across his father’s grave, she thought she had never seen so much concentrated bitterness in one human being.
She blinked, thinking it might be an illusion of the brilliant Italian sun. Here there were sharp edges like sword blades, and dark shadows that swallowed light; hot colours, red, orange, deep yellow, black. Vibrant. Intense. Dangerous.
Now I’m getting fanciful, she thought.
But the danger was there, in the fury-filled eyes of Rinaldo Farnese, still watching her.
Isidoro, her elderly Italian lawyer, had pointed out the two Farnese brothers, but even without that she would have known them. The family likeness was clear. Both men were tall, with lean, fine-featured faces and dark, brilliant eyes.
Gino, clearly the younger, looked as though he had a softer side. There was a touch of curl in his hair, and a curve to his mouth that suggested humour, flirtation, delight.
But there was nothing soft about Rinaldo. His face might have been carved from granite. He seemed to be in his late thirties, with a high forehead and a nose that only just escaped being hooked. It was the most powerful feature in a powerful face.
Even at this distance Alex could detect a tension so fierce that it threatened to tear him apart. He was holding it back with a supreme effort. His grim, taut mouth revealed that, and the set of his chin.
There would be no yielding from him, Alex thought. No relenting. No forgiveness.
But why should she think she needed forgiveness from Rinaldo Farnese? She’d done him no wrong.
But he had been wronged, not by her, but by the father who had mortgaged a third of the family property, and left his sons to find out, brutally, after his death.
‘Vincente Farnese was a delightful fellow,’ Isidoro had told her. ‘But he had this terrible habit of putting off awkward moments and hoping for a miracle. Rinaldo took charge as much as possible, but the old boy still left him a nasty surprise at the end. Can’t blame him for being a bit put out.’
But the man facing her over the grave wasn’t ‘a bit put out.’ He was ready to do murder.
‘I guess I shouldn’t have come to their father’s funeral,’ she murmured to Isidoro.
‘No, they probably think you’re gloating.’
‘I just wanted to meet them, reassure them that I’ll give them a fair chance to redeem the mortgage.’
‘Alex, haven’t you understood? As far as these men are concerned they owe you nothing, and you’re a usurper. Offering a “fair chance” to pay you is a recipe for bloodshed. Let’s get out of here fast.’
‘You go. I’m not running away from them.’
‘You may wish you had,’ he said gloomily.
‘Nonsense, what can they do to me?’
It had seemed so easy a week ago, sitting in the elegant London restaurant with David.
‘This inheritance will probably pay for your partnership,’ he’d observed.
‘And a lot of other things too,’ she said, smiling, and thinking of the dream home that they would share after their wedding.
David didn’t answer this directly, but he raised his champagne glass in salute.
David Edwards was part of Alex’s life plan. At forty, neatly handsome in a pin-striped kind of way, he was the head of a firm of very expensive, very prestigious London accountants.
Alex had started work for them eight years ago, after passing her accountancy exams with top honours. She had always known that one day she would be a partner, just as one day she would marry David.
Eight years had transformed her from a rather shy, awkward girl, more at home with figures than people, into a stunning, sophisticated woman.
It was David himself who had unknowingly started the transformation in her early days with the firm. Struck by his looks, she had longed to attract his attention.
After six months, without success, she had overheard him casually asking a colleague, ‘Who’s the pudding in the red dress?’
He had passed on, unaware that the ‘pudding’ had heard him and was choking back misery and anger.
Two days later David announced his engagement to the daughter of the senior partner.
Alex had plunged into her work. For the next five years she allowed herself only the most passing relationships. At the end of that time her long hours and excellent results had made her a power in the firm.
By then the senior partner had retired and David had taken over the position. Now he no longer needed his father-in-law’s influence, although it was only ill-natured people who openly made a connection between that and his divorce.
Alex had worked as hard on transforming herself as she had on her job. Her body represented the triumph of the workout. Her legs were long and slender enough to risk the shortest skirts. The tightest of dresses found no extra pounds on her.
Her fair hair was short, expertly cut and shaped, nestling close to her neat head on top of a long, elegant neck. She was a highly finished work of art, her mind as perfectly ordered as her appearance.
She and David became an item, and everyone knew that soon the firm’s two stars would link up and run the place together.
Now it seemed that nothing could be better structured. Her inheritance would be followed by her partnership, and then by her marriage.
‘Of course it might take a little time to arrange,’ David mused now. ‘You haven’t actually inherited part of the
