The Italian's Stolen Bride
"REMEMBER Skye... Skye Sumner..."
It was a shock to hear the name, falling from his brother's lips in a laboured whisper. Luciano Peretti frowned at the dark anguish in Roberto's eyes. Why speak of her now? Why waste any time at all on her when time was so precious?
In a few minutes Roberto would be wheeled out of this intensive care cubicle for the surgery that might or might not save his life. A fifty-fifty chance, the doctors had told the family. Their parents were out in the waiting room with the priest and Roberto's wife because of his brother's request to speak to him alone, and it seemed crazy to bring up Skye Sumner — an old wound between them that Luc had long since set aside for the sake of family harmony.
"Water under the bridge," he muttered, wanting to dismiss whatever lingering guilt Roberto felt over the betrayal involved. "Forgiven and forgotten," he added for extra assurance.
"No, Luc." It obviously pained him to speak but the determination to get out what he wanted to say demanded respect for the effort. "I lied. It wasn't Skye...in the photos. She was never with me...like that. I set it up...to get her ... read full excerpt from: The Italian's Stolen Bride ebook
