The enigma he was tussling with was his grandmother's wretched thieving companion. Lots of things about Jilly Lee didn't sit right.
Her demeanour was quiet almost subdued. Instead of in-your-face bright and bubbly. Short unvarnished fingernails the lack of beauty-salon-glossy make-up.
AII of which could be put down to the fact that the bounce had been knocked out of her when he'd caught up with her and forced her to come back and work without remuneration until the amount she had stolen had been repaid. Plus, she would be on a low following the death of her mother. No puzzle there. Her grief had been genuine the emotion real and raw.
Yet he had always been an astute judge of character and early on he had decided that Jilly Lee was completely shallow incapable of an emotion that wasn't entirely self-centred.
And then again-he had instant recall of her look of mystification when he'd addressed her in Italian. Jilly Lee was pretty near fluent.
True, English only was Nonna's strict rule and it had paid off because she was now conversing with ease and the challenge to brush up on the language had been good for her had given her a real interest.
But her companion had always used Italian when speaking with the staff and when she was alone with him-a situation she had contrived with tedious regularity.
So why the seeming lack of comprehension when he'd simply asked for a phone number? Something didn't sit right.
His mouth compressed he leafed through the address book until he found the number he wanted.
There were ways to get to the bottom of the enigma. Already he had put two investigators on the case.
The one in England who had initially found Jilly Lee's family's home address, the other here to follow a possible Italian trail.
There was something he could do himself to get to the bottom of what was needling him. But he couldn't do it here.
He drew the phone towards him lifted the receiver and punched in numbers.
‘Contessa-' The dining room was magnificent but Milly couldn't exclaim over the wonders of the painted ceiling, decorated with garlands of flowers, fruits and impish tutti , or the two fantastic Venetian chandeliers above the long, highly polished table because as Jilly she would know the interior of the villa inside out.
And she was in no real state to properly appreciate any of it the room the food served on delicate porcelain plates the heavy silver flatware the wine-a different one for each course-in exquisite crystal glasses.
Because She was driven with guilt over the deception. Had made up her mind to confess all to Filomena.
But not while that handsome, cynical devil was around. His wrath at having been fooled would be shattering and his willingness to listen to her defence of her twin nonexistent.
But she was sure Filomena would listen. The old lady, frigged out in violet silk with diamonds at her throat was chattering nineteen to the dozen. Cesare remarked laconically, 'You're in good form this evening, Nonna.' The old lady lifted her glass and replied, 'That is because my dear Jilly is with me again to keep me entertained and stop me from expiring from tedium.'
'Which role I am obviously unable to fiII,' Cesare returned with wry fondness.
‘Of coursel' The faded eyes twinkled. 'Girl-talk is a stranger to you! Besides-' she dipped her spoon into her zabaglione with obvious relish a-you are so often away. Although I have noticed-' again the twinkle this time accompanied by a tiny knowing smile a-that since Jilly joined us you have rarely left the villa.'
The interchange made Milly wonder if Filomena had guessed that the two had become lovers and had silently condoned it hoping perhaps-as Jilly must have done-that marriage was on the cards.
Which reinforced her opinion that Filomena would listen to her, side with her in defence of her missing twin' she was genuinely very fond of her. Jilly had obviously done what she did best had used her charm until the recipient was eating out of her pretty hands. A knack, Milly ruefully reminded herself, that she singularly lacked.
Yes, Filomena would roundly deny that Jilly had forged those cheques, would explain that she had signed them herself when she hadn't been feeling on top form, which would be why the signatures had raised suspicions.
Emboldened by that possible explanation she raised her eyes and found Cesare's eyes on her focused with an intensity that made her blood run cold and then hot. Very hot. The smile that played around the edges of his mouth was wilfully sinful and it did awful things to her.
Her stomach tightened then flipped just as it had done earlier when he'd come to her room.
He'd entered after a perfunctory knock and she'd been standing there in her plain un-lilly-like undies. Her face flaming, she'd grabbed her sister's black silk sheath from where she'd laid it ready on the bed and held it in front of her. Feeling sick with embarrassment, she spilled out, 'What do you want'?'
Leaning with casual grace against the door frame he looked magnificent. AII dark and brooding and unse|ingly sexy in his cream dinner jacket and narrow black trousers. No wonder Jilly had fallen hook line and sinker for the headless brute was her near hysterical thought as she clasped the black dress infract of her as if it were body armour.
‘To remind you that we dine early, at seven-thirty, for my grandmother's sake-in case you'd forgotten. You are already late.' Delivered with extreme dryness.
‘Of course I hadn't forgotten,' she denied. How could she forget something she hadn't known? ‘I fell asleep,' she excused untruthfully, unable to tell him that she'd spent ages going over the room here and in the luxurious en suite bathroom opening cupboards and drawers to see if Jilly had left anything behind that would tell her that her sister had meant to return when she'd recovered from the worst effects of a broken heart and shattered dreams.
She had found nothing, not even a hairpin. Disconsolately she'd run a bath and had soaked for an hour, then selected the black dress from amongst the things one of the staff must have unpacked and had been getting ready to dress and go down to Filomena's room and tell her everything.