Page 60 of His UnBearable Touch

His deep laughter always made her smile. “Natale, you have your life here and I visit you and see how you glow with love, but I know what a precious time this is for you as a couple.” His face flushed a little. “And there just might be a chef at the restaurant in my hotel who knows that I have a weakness for her pastries.”

Natale pulled her father closer for one more hug. “Be careful, Papa.”

“Why?”

She stepped back and looked over his happy smile with a glorious smile of her own. “I think she’s in danger of having a weakness for you too.”

The flush on his cheeks deepened. “I wouldn’t mind that at all. It might mean that I make a few more trips back to New York from Italy before the new year.”

“You know you’re always welcome to stay with us.” That assurance was from Salvatore.

Natale’s father promised to call the next morning and crossed to the private elevator waiting for him a few steps away.

As the door slid closed, Salvatore wrapped his arms around his mate, pulling her closer to his warmth. “I’m glad he came to see you.”

She sighed and snuggled closer. “He was spending more time in Italy once I was settled in and running Durante.”

“And now that he has a new lady friend-”

“Friend?” Salvatore’s laughter vibrated through both of them.

“And with our baby on the way,” she smiled brighter as Salvatore smooth his large hand over her belly, “he’ll be here more often, because…”

Salvatore felt her tense in his embrace. “Principessa?”

Natale turned in his embrace. “The Singletons. Val said they were very upset by his visit. How angry they still were.”

He nodded. They’d all heard the story.

“Could you check something for me?”

Salvatore pressed a kiss against her lips, growling at the way her breath hitched in her chest. “Anything.”

“Check to see the last time they went to visit their son in Geneva.”

“What are you thinking, my love?”

“You said the parole board let him out early because he promised to move away and never see Allegra again.”

“Mmmhmm.” He stroked her back with his hand. “That’s what they did and his parents bought him a home in Geneva.”

Natale powered up her phone and pulled up the New York Times Society Pages and did a quick search for ‘Singleton’. The search offered up an astounding number of entries over the years. Handing her phone over to Salvatore she let him look. Nodding, he went into the Orsino Business Office, just inside the main door of the penthouse.

Sliding into his desk chair, Salvatore woke the computer with a touch of the mouse and began his search into the bank records of the Singletons, looking specifically for their travel records. Tickets purchased. “You don’t think they might have turned their back on their son?”

He caught the look in her eye.

“You’re right. They were full of excuses for him.”

“I don’t trust them to follow the ruling. People like the Singletons don’t see themselves like the rest of us.”

Salvatore picked up the phone receiver and set it on speaker, touching speed dial three.

The call picked up on the first ring. “Can I kill him now?”

Natale’s indulgent sigh was the only thing that stopped Salvatore from snapping at his brother. “No.”

“I’m bored,” the youngest Orsino was not used to waiting for things, “all he does is the same thing every day. Go to work and then market before he gets home. Then he makes dinner and watches movies on his computer and drink.” When he was done with his recitation he paused. “How is Allegra doing? Does she know I’m going to miss her concert?”

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