Return of the Italian Tycoon

“Are you sure that’s all it is? It doesn’t have anything to do with your broken engagement?”

Her eyes widened. “That’s been over for a long time. I’ve moved on.”

Moved on? Surely she wasn’t thinking those kisses—that they’d somehow lead to something. He swallowed hard and decided it was best to change topics. “Have you made many friends since you moved to New York?”

“I haven’t had much time. But I made a few at the after-school program.” She pressed her lips together and turned away.

He was missing something, but he had no idea what that might be. “What do you do at this after-school program?”

She shrugged. “It’s no big deal. So what can I do to help you with the wedding pitch?”

“Wait. I’d like to hear more about this program. What do you do? And how do you have time?” It seemed as if she was always in the office working long hours without a complaint.

“I do what is necessary. It all depends on the day and how many volunteers show up. Sometimes I help with homework and do a bit of tutoring. Other times I play kickball or a board game.”

“You do all of that on top of the overtime you put in at the office?”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” She toyed with the hem of her top. “I don’t have anything waiting for me at home, so why not put my spare time to good use?”

“You shouldn’t dismiss what you do. There are very few people in this world who are willing to go out of their way for others. It’s impressive.”

Her eyes widened. “You really think so?”

“I do. Why do you seem so surprised?”

“It’s just that at the office you’ve banned employees from taking on charitable accounts.”

“It has to be that way.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “There are only so many hours in the workday. I write out enough checks each year to various organizations to make up for it.”

Kayla nodded, but she certainly didn’t seem impressed. Uneasiness churned in his gut. Maybe she would be more understanding if she knew the amount of those checks.

“I’m sure those organizations appreciate the donations.”

Guilt settled over him. What was up with that? It wasn’t as if he didn’t do anything. He just couldn’t afford the time to take on more accounts—especially for free. He was still working on growing Amatucci & Associates into the biggest and the best advertising firm. Speaking of which, he needed to get moving on this pitch. Time was running out before his trip to Halencia.

“I need to ask you something.”

She reached for the glass of water. “Ask away. Then I need to go check my email. I’m waiting on some responses about the Van Holsen account.”

He shook his head, thinking this was a bad idea. “Never mind. You have enough to deal with.”

She arched a thin brow at him. “You can’t back out now. You have me curious.”

He just couldn’t admit to her that he had absolutely no direction for the pitch. Three wasted days of jotting down ideas and then realizing that they were clichéd or just plain stupid—certainly nothing that he would present to the royal family.

“If it doesn’t bother you—you know, because of your broken engagement—I wanted to ask you some wedding questions.”

She reached out and squeezed his hand. “I appreciate you watching out for my feelings but talking about weddings won’t reduce me to tears. I promise. Let’s get started.”

His gaze met hers and his breath caught in his throat. He was going to have to be really careful around her or he just might be tempted to start something that neither of them was ready for. And once he got something started with her, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to end it when reality crashed in around them.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THIS IS IT!

At last, it was her big break.

Kayla grinned as she sat by the pool the next day. She could hardly believe that at last her plans were all coming together. If only she could keep her attraction to Angelo under wraps. Was that even possible at this point?