The Valtieri Baby. Caroline Anderson

be all right getting ready for bed, or do you want me to help you undress?’

      He gave a soft huff of laughter.

      ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’

      Their eyes locked, his dark and unfathomable. As well as she knew him, she couldn’t read them.

      She could feel the heat scorching her cheeks, but she held her ground. ‘I thought you weren’t feeling great.’

      ‘I’m not, but I’d have to be dead before I let you undress me. Buonanotte, Anita.’

      And he closed the door softly in her face.