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This was where Draco had said they would bring up their children. The recollection seemed even more surreal now she was seeing the place, though only as a visitor.

She hesitated, taking her foot off the accelerator as she approached a fork in the road. One quite obviously led up to the house; the other she presumed led to the buildings she could just about make out behind the distant bank of trees and shrubbery.

She had turned the wheel to head away from the palazzo when the figure stepped out of nowhere...one minute there was no one there, the next he was there.

CHAPTER FIVE

JANESLAMMEDHERfoot on the brake and closed her eyes, anticipating a thud.

When she opened them, Draco was standing there making her think of some sort of glowering gladiator, a bare inch between him and the bumper of her car. Typical of the man, she thought, still shaking with reaction that he had not even bothered to jump out of the way. Startled, she glanced at Mattie in his car seat, blowing bubbles, oblivious to the near miss.

Her heart contracted with love for him.

Draco strode around the side of the car, his face like thunder, wrenched the door open, and stood there, waiting.

She had seen Draco annoyed before, irritable, and even in a bad temper, but she had never seen him really, really mad. It was an awesome sight in the way a hurricane was awesome, but you still didn’t want to be in its path.

She could think of two ways to deal with this—well, three if you counted turning the car around and getting the hell out of there.

Jane didn’t count it.

So that left being placatory and apologetic, even if she didn’t know what she had to apologise for, or going on the offensive.

She hummed softly to herself, embracing the spirit of rebellion bubbling up inside her as she exited the car and stood there blinking up at him while easing the crick in her back.

Her stomach flipped. She accepted it as inevitable. Only Draco could look as gorgeous with his hair standing up in spikes where he had dragged his fingers through it. He looked very large, very angry and quite desperately beautiful, wearing a black shirt and trousers. His expression made grim look light-hearted.

‘I wasn’t expecting a reception committee,’ she tossed out audaciously and saw his eyes narrow. Weirdly, she got a bit of a kick out of winding him up. ‘You look...’ her lashes lowered momentarily ‘...not happy? Sorry—am I late?’ she wondered perkily.

‘Late?’ Her entire attitude was provocative, from the little smile on her pink full lips to the toss of her head.

His temper hit the red zone as he made one last attempt to contain it and then let rip.

Jane stood there and heard him out, waiting in the post-explosion silence before she responded, not in an effort to be provocative, just to get her breath. Nothing on her face showed the heart-thudding effect his diatribe had had on her—he really was awesome.

‘You finished?’ She watched his nostrils flare as he exhaled and opened his mouth. ‘Before you say anything else, it might be a good idea to switch to English. I have not the faintest clue what you just said to me...sorry,yelled atme.’

They had planned for her to take an immersive course in Italian after they had married. Draco had begun the lessons in the bedroom, introducing a vocabulary she doubted any language tutor would have offered.

The shameful pulsing throb between her legs made her voice sharp as she continued.

‘If you greet everyone this way I can’t imagine anyone coming back for a return visit. Your bullying might be acceptable for people who work for you, but I don’t!’

‘Bullying?’ he echoed in insulted disbelief.

She could imagine that women didn’t talk to him that way, or, for that matter, anyone, but tough, she decided, enjoying the feeling of rebellion.

‘I am not a bully!’

‘You yell at people who can’t yell back. Well, that is no longer me!’

‘I do not yell at anyone, and I never yelled at you!’ he countered, clearly outraged at the accusation.

‘You didn’t have to. I agreed with everything you said!’ she pointed out bitterly.

‘Because I make good sense, because I always had your best interests at heart.’

‘You believe that? Then you’re even more arrogant than I thought.’

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