it’s very pretty. I’ll try to bring you back a present. Maybe some shells or rocks for your collection?’
‘Ooh, yes,’ Jamie crowed. ‘Can you bring back a big one? A conch?’
‘I don’t know about that,’ Hannah said with a little laugh. ‘I think they might be protected. But I’ll bring you back something, Jamie, I promise. Be good for Nana now.’
‘I will.’
‘He always is,’ Diane assured her when Hannah had said goodbye to her son. ‘Don’t work too hard.’
‘I always work hard,’ Hannah answered, and heard how grim she sounded. Maybe she did work too hard. Maybe the sacrifices weren’t worth it, no matter what she believed about being financially independent and free. ‘I love you, Mum,’ she said.
‘Hannah, are you sure you’re all right...?’
‘I’m fine,’ Hannah said, and then, hearing the bathroom door open, she quickly said goodbye and disconnected the call.
She was just putting the phone away when Luca emerged from the bathroom, freshly shaven, his hair damp, a towel slung low on his hips. ‘Were you on the phone?’
Hannah turned away from the alluring sight of his nearly naked body. ‘Is that a crime?’
Luca sighed. ‘No, of course not. I just wondered.’
‘Then the answer is yes, I was.’
‘Hannah, look, I said I was sorry.’
‘In about the worst way possible.’
‘Can we please call a truce?’
Hannah took a deep breath, knowing she was being childish and emotional. She was a professional, for heaven’s sake, and Luca was her boss. She could handle this. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said evenly. ‘Let’s forget it. Clean slate today, all right?’ She turned to him with a bright, determined smile just as Luca dropped his towel.
HANNAH WHIRLED AWAY from the sight of Luca’s naked body, one hand clapped to her eyes.
She let out a trembling laugh. ‘You are so not making this easier.’
‘I’m sorry. I don’t like dressing in the bathroom.’
‘That message has been received, trust me.’
‘I’m dressed now,’ Luca told her dryly, and Hannah lowered her hand.
‘Wearing a pair of boxer briefs does not, in my opinion, constitute dressed.’
‘The important bits are covered,’ he answered and reached for a shirt.
‘I don’t understand you,’ Hannah said slowly. ‘You flirt and drop your clothes and act like it’s ridiculous for me to be outraged, and then you get angry with me and basically accuse me of being a slut for responding when you’re practically naked next to me.’ She tried for a wry smile but felt too confused and weary to manage it. ‘I thought it was women who usually sent mixed messages.’
Luca stilled, his hands on the buttons of his shirt, his gaze lowered. ‘This is a new situation for me,’ he admitted gruffly. ‘And a tense one. I know I’m acting out of character.’
‘Considering you’re acting as my fiancé, you certainly are.’ She sighed and reached for the strappy sandals that went with her sundress. ‘So what is the schedule for today, anyway?’
‘You spend the day with the other wives, touring the island, and I give my presentation.’
‘Wow, that’s not sexist or anything.’
Luca arched an eyebrow and resumed buttoning his shirt. ‘You’re not here as my PA.’
‘Well I know. So you spend your day in the boardroom while I fend off Daniela’s digs?’
‘She’s harmless. I barely know her.’
‘She might disagree.’ Hannah hesitated, noticing the lines of strain from Luca’s nose to mouth, the fatigue she could see in his eyes and the weary set of his shoulders. She felt a surprising dart of sympathy and even compassion for him. For whatever reason, this weekend was difficult for him. ‘So what is your presentation about?’
He stilled for a second and then reached for a pair of charcoal-grey trousers. ‘How I’m going to rehabilitate the Tyson brand.’
‘The resorts did look a bit shabby on the website.’
‘They’re tired,’ Luca affirmed with a terse nod. ‘They haven’t been updated in over twenty years.’
‘Why is Tyson selling them, anyway? Don’t his children want to take over his business?’
A grim smile curved Luca’s mouth. ‘No, they’re not interested.’
‘That’s sad, considering what a family man he is.’
‘Heartbreaking,’ Luca agreed dryly. He selected a cobalt-blue tie and began to knot it. There was, Hannah reflected, something quite sexy about a man putting on a tie, long, lean fingers manipulating the bright silk. Especially a man who looked like Luca.
‘So what are your plans for the resorts?’ she asked as she forced her gaze away from the mesmerising sight of Luca getting dressed. ‘How are you going to rehabilitate them? I never printed any documents out about it.’
‘No, I did it myself.’ He slid her a quick smile. ‘I am capable of working a printer, despite how often I ask you to do it.’
‘May I see them?’ Hannah asked, and surprise flashed across Luca’s face. ‘I’m curious.’
His fingers slowed as he finished knotting his tie, his forehead furrowed. ‘All right,’ he said at last, and he went to his briefcase and took out a manila folder of documents.
Hannah joined him on the divan, their thighs nudging, while Luca opened the folder and took out the presentation he’d put together. The colourful image on the front page was an architect’s visualisation of what the resort could look like, with villas in different pastel colours, cascading pools with water slides and whirlpools, and lots of colourful flowers and shrubbery. It looked inviting and fresh and friendly.
Hannah reached over to turn a page, scanning the paragraphs that described Luca’s plans in detail. She knew Luca’s real-estate projects always focused on sustainable energy and recyclable materials, and this was no different. But this proposal went a step further, and sought to incorporate the local culture and economy of each of the islands where there was a Tyson resort, instead of making it an exclusive enclave behind high stone walls, separate from the local residents.
She saw how family-friendly it was too, with hotel rooms and changing areas to accommodate both children and adults. Jamie would love the cascading pools and water slides outlined in one of the resorts’ plans. She glanced up at Luca, who was frowning down at the images.
‘For someone who doesn’t have children, this is very astute.’
He shrugged one powerful shoulder. ‘I did the research.’
‘I like it,’ she said and handed the folder back to him. ‘I really like it.’ Luca might have done the research, but there had been a passion and commitment to his ideas that spoke of more than just having a finger on the marketing pulse. It surprised and touched her, and it felt as if his plans for the resort had revealed something about him, something he didn’t even seem to realise. He cared.
The last of her reservation about performing in this fake engagement fell away. She was here, and she’d agreed to help Luca. She was going to do the job properly, and maybe she’d even have fun while she was at it.
‘Okay,’