The Italian Duke's Wife
SHE was not going to do the girly thing and burst into tears, Jodie told herself, gritting her teeth. It might be growing dark; she might be feeling sick with that fa- miliar stomach-churning fear that she had made a big mistake — and about more than just the direction she had taken in that last village she had passed through what seemed like for ever ago; tonight might be the night she and John should have been spending at their romantic honeymoon hotel — their first night as hus- band and wife...but she was not going to cry. Not now, and in fact not ever, ever again over any man. Not ever. Love was out of her life and out of her vocabulary and it was going to stay out.
She winced as her small hire car lurched into a deep rut in the road — a road which was definitely climbing towards the mountains when it should have been dropping down towards the sea.
Her cousin and his wife, her only close family since her parents' death in a car accident when Jodie was nineteen, had tried to dissuade her from coming to Italy.
"But everything's paid for," she had reminded them. "And besides..."
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