The Italian's Wife By Sunset (Rinucci Brothers-4) by Lucy Gordon

and extended his hand. Dazed, Carlo shook it. ‘We had no idea you were coming,’ he said, appalled at how stupid the words sounded. But stupid was exactly how he felt. ‘No, I thought I’d drop in and pay my old lady an unexpected visit,’ Sol said cheerfully. ‘I thought she’d only be here for a couple of days. When she didn’t return I decided to come and see what mischief she was up to.’ His ribald glance made it clear that he’d already formed his own opinion. Carlo decided that he could dislike Sol very much if he put his mind to it. But he forced himself to say politely, ‘I hope you’ll stay long enough to visit my family? We’re having dinner with them tomorrow night, and of course you must join us.’ ‘Love to. Fine—I’ll be off now.’ He kissed Della’s cheek. ‘I’m in the room opposite yours. See ya! Oh—yes…’ He seemed to become aware that the staff were nervously eyeing his new shirt. ‘It’s all right,’ she told them. ‘You can put it on my bill.’ ‘Bless you,’ Sol said fervently. ‘Actually, I found a few other—’ ‘Put them all on my bill,’ she said, amused and resigned. ‘Now, be off—before I end up in the Poor House.’ ‘Thanks!’ Halfway to the door, he stopped. ‘Um…’ ‘What now?’ ‘I hadn’t realised what an expensive place this is—’ He broke off significantly. ‘You’ve got a new credit card,’ she reminded him. ‘Ye-es, but—’ ‘You can’t have hit the limit already. Even you.’ His response was a helpless shrug, topped off by his best winning smile. Carlo watched him closely. ‘Here,’ Della s