Emily: Sex and Sensibility (The Wilde Sisters 1)
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“They will be if they’re like you.”
Emily swallowed hard.
Why had she put off this moment? It wasn’t as if she’d really lied. Lying by omission wasn’t a lie…
Was it?
Besides, the truth wasn’t so awful. So what if her brothers were rich, not just average working guys? If her father was a four-star general? If she’d been raised in luxury in what was, in effect, a private kingdom?
So what if he believed she was the one person in his life who’d always told him the truth?
Her heart lodged in her throat.
“Marco,” she said quickly. “Cancel your meeting. Can you do that? Come upstairs with me instead and—”
His cell phone beeped. A text message. He pulled it from his pocket and read it.
Hell.
Tonight, of all nights, when he wanted to be alone with his Emilia…
“What’s the matter?”
He looked up. “Nothing. Just a text from an old pal. He’s in New York with his wife. An unexpected layover. Mechanical troubles with their plane. He thought it would be nice if we got together for dinner.”
Emily nodded. “Of course,” she said softly. “You go ahead. Take the meeting you had planned and then meet up with your friend. I’ll—I’ll catch up on some reading.”
“I have a better idea. I’ll run my, ah, my errand. And I’ll phone my friend and tell him and his wife to come to my place—to our place, cara. I want you to meet them. We’ll have drinks and then we can go out for dinner or order in. How does that sound?”
It sounded like yet another night when the truth would have to wait. Still, it had waited this long…
“Sweetheart? You’ll like them, I promise.”
“I’m sure I will.” She forced a quick smile. “It sounds like fun.”
“Si. It will be.” He cupped her cheek as Charles pulled the Mercedes to the curb in front of the condo. “I won’t be long.”
The doorman opened the rear door. Emily stepped on to the sidewalk. Marco leaned up. She leaned down. They shared a soft kiss.
He waited until she’d gone through the door and into the lobby. Then he put down the privacy screen.
“Charles? We are going to Tiffany’s.”
Charles looked in the mirror and smiled.
“Congratulations, sir.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“It’s been that obvious for a while,” Charles said.
Yes, Marco thought as the limo pulled away from the curb, it definitely had.
Why had it taken him so long to see it?
Traffic was heavy. He had lots of time to plan what would happen tonight once he and Emily were alone. He’d have the ring he was about to buy in his pocket.
He’d take her out on the terrace—it was cool but he wanted the stars and the city lights to add their own magic. Then he’d get down on one knee and ask her to be his wife.