I ask for the next dance with the bride!Apparently being the youngest of the Di Sávallo family also made Alessandro the least serious of the brothers, but the truth was that no one at that party was serious. The second season of the World Rally Championship had finally ended after three months and Angelo's numbers put him in a privileged position to challenge for the title.But the real celebration had been that unexpected and above all very intimate wedding that Ian and Lia had arranged just for the family.I'm sorry, Alessandro, but you can't have my wife! You've already made her dance with everyone but me. With brothers like you I'm not going to make it to the honeymoon!Which by the way is in...? Carlo asked carelessly.Oh, don't even think for a second that I'm going to tell you! They'd all go after me just to annoy me!The chorus of laughter spread as camera lights rained down and the family happily piled in for pictures.But the one the newlyweds liked best was the most intim
Dear reader:This book is the translation of one of my books in Spanish. I am a Spanish-speaking author, but I am doing my best to translate this beautiful novel into English. If you find an error, please comment to correct it, but please do it with kindness and consideration.I hope you enjoy it.Thank you!DayCHAPTER 1He looked up and was lost far, far away, where the sea fiercely devoured the rock.—I beg you, Ian, do it for me!He tried to escape from her voice, from her whole figure sitting in front of him in a second—rate café in the port of the island, but her insistence finally brought him back to reality. It was always difficult to escape from Katherine! The Italian gave her a two—second glance: thirty years old, brunett
To Katherine's shocked look, Ian responded with the assurance that was needed.—Get up —he ordered her, he always ordered—, I'll go with you.It didn't take a genius to understand that in the state of anxiety she was in, the woman should not be driving. The Carson family home was about three miles from the port, and all the way the Italian continued to rack his brains.He understood how much Lia meant to Katherine, as much as little Flavia or any of her siblings meant to him, and he was sure that the death of her newborn baby had devastated her, but that was none of his business. He didn't know her, in three years he hadn't met any relatives of the one who had been his mistress, but one thing was certain: Kathy couldn't use the friendship they still shared to ask him to educate her sister."Yes, educate, there's no other way to put it."His temper was capable of controlling the wolf pack he had at home, but Lia was far from being
—What? —Katherine's question did not express surprise, but indignation—. What do you mean? Are you going to send her to a hospital?—Well… I already made the arrangements this morning, I'm going to send her to a clinic...Johan didn't continue speaking, but everyone was quite aware of what he meant.—A... psychiatric clinic? —Kathy clarified, full of astonishment—. That's your answer?Her brother—in—law shrugged, as seemed to be his habit, and the gesture forced Ian to take a deep breath so as not to confront him. Furious, yes, he was furious at the attitude of a man who did not care about the obvious suffering of his wife.—It's the best for her. Lia needs professional help.—What Lia needs is her family! Bring professional help here, to the house!The Italian watched Johan's gestures carefully. It was obvious that he was determined to lock h
Katherine didn't move. For a second she thought she couldn't breathe and then she let out a sigh, relieved.—I won't —she murmured, as if those words from Ian had given her back all her hopes in one breath—. I trust you.—Are you aware of what this decision means? —he asked, convinced that, although this was her last resort, she had not appreciated the consequences of what she was about to do.—I just want her to be happy again —was her answer, as if that were the only possible justification for leaving her sister in the hands of the Italian—. I want her to get over all this.Ian nodded his head, feeling Lia's torrid breath on his throat with every movement.—And have you thought about what this means to me?Kathy clenched her jaws and frowned, but didn't take her eyes off the road as she drove toward the least inhabited part of the island.—I know that I am taking away your
The main living room of the house was spacious and well—lit. Around it, twelve huge windows offered an exquisite landscape. Quiet, relaxing. The doors at the back opened onto the terrace, and the terrace onto the sea. But getting to know that little universe didn't seem to be in her guest's immediate interests, so Ian settled her in one of the armchairs and went back to the van for her things.Shadow waited for him outside expectantly, stroked his head and the wolf gave him an affectionate lick. He had done so well with Lia, really well.When he finally reached the car, Katherine was crying inconsolably, her forehead pressed against the steering wheel.—Katherine! —he scolded her—. You promised you wouldn't question my methods.—Oh, I'm not, I swear, I'm not! —she sobbed.—Then why are you crying? You know I would never let Shadow or the others hurt her.Yes, Kathy knew. The wolves' training had been
—Lia, can you bathe by yourself?Her silence was a clear answer, but he still did not dare to touch her. She had the emotional helplessness of a little girl, but her body was that of a woman, a very sensual woman. Leaning over the edge of the tub, she was making circles in the water with her fingertips, and in front of her stood Ian, not knowing what to do, wondering what it was about this woman that he couldn't just strip her naked and put her in the bath.He reached a hand up to her left shoulder and gently slid the strap of her nightgown down. Lia didn't flinch. He repeated the operation with the other shoulder and the top of the garment slipped a little over her breasts. With a concentrated effort Ian mentally roused himself and took it on as a chore. It was obvious that she was having difficulty noticing his presence, so he set to work.He grabbed the nightgown from both sides at her hips and pulled it down. The satin rolled over her skin like an invi
It was Friday. It had only been five days since Lia had arrived and the Italian could almost say that she hadn't altered his routine much... except that he always had to keep an eye on her, feed her, bathe her, take her for walks, take care of her things... He was a bloody housewife!Time, however, was flying by. She was still distant, but she already had some achievements in her favor. She was already bathing herself: at least her arms. She was already opening her mouth: for him to feed her. It wasn't much, but five days wasn't much either, and at least she was already obeying a little.Holding his hand, as she always did, she followed him to the beach and stared at the sea while he took pictures. Where he left her, there she stayed, immobile and distant as a rock.Ian wasn't sure to what extent she shared his reality, or if she was at least aware that she wasn't in her own home. Now the only completely new factor in that equation was the wolves, and the girl s