The Mistress Wife. Lynne Graham

away. ‘I know you have to be wondering why I’ve come back to see you…’

      ‘You couldn’t find you way back to the train?’

      Chagrined colour laced her tense pallor and her chin came up. ‘This is serious—’

      ‘Sì…’ A slanting smile that was somehow an insult formed on Lucca’s beautifully moulded mouth as he extended a brandy goblet. ‘Here we are practically divorced and all of a sudden you’re in my face. Quite unexpectedly, I’m very much in demand. You say this is serious. Is it?’