The Sicilian's Red-Hot Revenge
Chapter One
EMILY sighed and kicked off her shoes, leaning back against the beach wall as she stared out at
the blue-grey stretch of sea. The weak late-autumn sun shone down on her upturned face and
the soft sand supported her comfortably. It was just so good to be still and on her own at last.
For the moment, all was silence-and peace. And it felt wonderful.
She sighed again, savouring the quiet around her, enjoying it after five long weeks of non-stop
wretchedness. She thought she'd known what misery was like in the past, but this last month had
shown her another sort of hell.
She had had to get away.
She couldn't have taken another moment of being stared at, talked about, with every last move
she made the subject of comment and gossip.
And disapproval.
But here, at last, she could be on her own-be herself. For now.
After the confines of the hospital, the space was wonderful. The air felt fresh and clean, touched
with the exhilarating tang of ozone, and it was a delight after the artificially maintained
temperature of the wards.
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