Learning to Trust

Learning to Trust

by Lynne Connolly

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ISBN-13: 9781426892622
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 11/21/2011
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 480,160
File size: 838 KB

About the Author

Lynne Connolly lives in England with her family and her mews, a cat called Jack, who helps her write her books by sleeping on her keyboard. Lynne writes romantic suspense, paranormal romance, historical romance and contemporary romance for a number of publishers, and can't stop thinking up stories. So far she's had forty books published, and counting. She's won two EPPIE Awards in her career, and is a reader on the RNA New Writers' Scheme.

She loves visiting the places she writes about, and tries to get to the U.S. at least once a year.

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"Does anyone here speak English?"

At her boss's words, Lina turned to face him but spun back when she recognized the man by his side. Heat raced through her body. Not unusual for sultry August in Naples, but this wasn't because of the weather. The man standing with his back to her reminded her of someone she once knew. From a life she'd left and never wanted to know again.

It couldn't be Jonathan Brantley; he lived in the States. What would he be doing here?

Her mind went into overdrive. Sweat moistened her palms. He'd come here to find her. She couldn't think of any other reason he'd come to Italy, when he lived and worked in New York.

The tray in her hands crashed to the floor.

The hum of conversation in the café dropped to almost silence.

Oh shit. She stooped to pick up the shards of pottery and the flatware bouncing over the black-and-white tiled floor.

Of course it wasn't Jonathan. Just someone who looked like him. Despite her self-reassurances, her hands shook when a pair of expensive men's running shoes appeared in front of her. She recognized them as the latest model, the ones some people around here would kill for. Who was this idiot, sporting his wealth in this part of Naples, well off the tourist trail?

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin. Dizziness overwhelmed her. She blinked to clear the spots in front of her eyes. Putting her hands on the floor, careful to avoid any fragments, she pushed to her feet, avoiding the hand outstretched to help her. She stared at him. Glared at him.

"You know this man?" Franco demanded in the thick Neapolitan patois they spoke here, especially when they didn't want strangers understanding them.

She took a step back. Franco placed his hands on her shoulders, beefy heaviness weighing her down. "No. I don't know him."

"I thought you said you spoke English? I heard you once, didn't I? If you don't know him, what's the problem?"

Lina folded her arms. "My English isn't too good. I showed tourists around the Coliseum when I lived in Rome. Stuff like that."

Jonathan stared, his blue, blue eyes roaming over her, stark awareness there. "Bella."

Before she could censor herself, she responded in English, but remembered to keep it broken, more for Franco and the customers' ears than Jonathan's. It was too late to try to fool him. "Lina is my name." And calling a woman "Bella" was likely to make any Italian burst into uncontrollable laughter. So gauche, a stupid name she'd always hated.

"Bellina Mazzanti Forde." Bellina was even worse. A diminutive, better suited to a baby than a full-grown woman. She'd been glad to ditch the full version of her name. Now here it was again.

"Angelina Mazzaro," she corrected him. "I do not know this Bellina Mazzanti Forde. Our names are similar. You must have us mixed up." She prayed the name wouldn't jolt any distant memory in Franco's mind. But he didn't read the gossip magazines, hardly bothered with the national newspaper.

To her relief, Jonathan shrugged, accepting her statement. "Whatever. I need you, Lina."

She thought fast, turned to confront Franco, reverting to Neapolitan. "I do not know him. Will he hurt me, rape me? How can I tell?" She forced tears to her eyes—not difficult, since shock still reverberated through her and she still trembled in the aftermath.

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