CHAPTER SEVEN

‘HAVE YOU EVER tried to find your father?’ Alessandra asked a short while later, her eyes filled with curiosity.

‘What for?’ he dismissed. ‘Why would I want to involve myself with a man who abandoned his wife and child?’

‘I get that,’ she said, pulling a face.

He closed his eyes. ‘Your father is an alcoholic and a gambler. He was incapable of looking after you. He didn’t abandon you. He’s always been a fixture in your life. There’s a difference.’

represented Milan in the under tens’ gymnastics,’ she said, ticking the events off on her fingers. ‘He wasn’t at any of them. The few times he’s bothered to

by the people who should have been there for them.

more alike

with furious passion, the honey-brown a darkened swirl. He’d seen that swirl before,

arms, as if her contours

she had wrapped those lithe legs around him and clung to him, as if trying to burrow under his skin. Those same

had dipped, exposing the top of her golden cleavage, below which lay breasts that

they look like now? Did they still taste so

got him into all this trouble in the first place, sitting in that Milanese restaurant,

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