Picture of Innocence. Jacqueline Baird

of everyone. He needed to get her alone.

      Taking a step back, but keeping an arm lightly around her waist, he quipped, ‘I think you deliberately hide your light under a bushel, Lucy—you have great rhythm.’ And he was supremely confident he could induce her into being even more rhythmic in bed. Her fabulous body was made for sex. Looking down into the slightly dazed eyes of the woman curved in the crook of his arm, he added, ‘But now I think a glass of champagne and some fresh air is needed.’

      ‘Lorenzo?’

      He heard his name called, but ignoring it, he attempted to steer Lucy away.

      She looked over his shoulder. ‘I think the man at the table behind you is trying to get your attention … ‘ she said, and he silently groaned.

      ‘Come have a drink with us, Lorenzo!’ the accented voice demanded.