Di Sione's Innocent Conquest (The Billionaire's Legacy 1)

‘Not from me,’ Matteo said. ‘I just called Pedro before and said he’s got the jet for a week whatever happens on Sunday. I suggested that he tell Bernadette that after the race, wherever he places.’

Matteo took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes.

‘You look tired,’ Abby commented.

‘I am. It’s been one hell of a week.’ Matteo yawned. ‘Family stuff.’

‘As well as getting arrested. How was lockup?’

‘Same old.’ Matteo shrugged.

He didn’t want to think about that night. Not the arrest, but

the fight that he’d been privy to as he’d gone to the restroom.

Would he have turned away, if Abby hadn’t told him what had happened to her?

No.

He might have called management or...

Matteo didn’t know. All he did know was that he had seen red and pulled an angry man off his partner and told him to take his temper out on someone who stood a chance.

The bastard had taken him up on the offer.

Still it wasn’t just the other night and his family that were on Matteo’s mind though—even with an arrest and many nights out it had been a very long month.

A very tame month.

On many occasions he had wanted to pick up the phone and call Abby or step on a plane. He was walking a very fine line because sex was the easy part for Matteo.

Business he had taken care of through his lawyer and the contract was watertight.

It was the feelings he didn’t know how to handle. It was Abby he couldn’t get off his mind, Abby who he wanted to spend time with. Matteo knew his own reputation though, and he didn’t want to give mixed messages—such as how much he’d missed her, how she stayed on his mind.

Instead he stood up and flicked through the restaurant menu but looked up when Abby, who was wandering around the suite, caught sight of her reflection in a mirror and let out a little yelp—her face was streaked in oil.

‘I think I should go have a bath and get changed before dinner,’ Abby said.

‘Have a bath here...’ Matteo said and then grimaced. God, every time he said something it came out wrong. ‘I meant...’

‘I know,’ Abby said. ‘And I know, given all I’ve told you, that being in your hotel room should be awkward, but honestly, Matteo—’ she gave a tight shrug, unsure just how to voice it ‘—it isn’t.’

She just didn’t feel nervous around him. It was during times apart that she did.

‘Matteo?’ Abby checked because he really was behaving oddly. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘No,’ he admitted and came over to her. ‘This is how I wanted to say hello.’ He put his arms around her and it was the nicest place to be and he kissed her, a slow gentle kiss, the type that chased the day away. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘You could have called.’

‘I thought you said that you wanted a hands-off sponsor.’

He was very hands on now—they were resting on her waist and she could feel the weight of them and the heat of his palms.

‘You don’t just have to call about the team.’

‘I know that,’ Matteo said, ‘but then I’m not really big on the “how was your day” type of phone call.’ He was as honest as he could be about something he didn’t really understand, because he’d never really felt the need to be in touch with another, for no reason other than to be in touch. ‘And then if I call one week and then don’t the next...’ He gave a tense shrug. ‘I don’t do all that.’