Unlocking Her Innocence Part 3

CHAPTER FOUR.

A SLEEK silver limo with a driver was parked outside the building where Ava lived. As she hurried down the street lined with weathered and grimy brick-fronted houses Vito emerged from the back seat, looking every bit as immaculate in his dark cashmere overcoat and suit as he had earlier. Her hair was wind-tousled, her make-up long since worn o , and her shabby jeans and eece jacket far from at ering but she told herself that she didn't care. How could you even begin to impress a guy who had everything and dated international models and celebrities?

'Ava ...'

'This is Harvey. Be nice,' Ava urged as Harvey growled.

'Show me your paw.'

Somewhat taken aback, Vito watched the hairy dog sit and raise a paw, round doggy eyes pinned to him with suspicion. 'You have a pet?'

'No, actual y. Harvey's a stray who needs a home. I'm not al owed to keep a dog here. I live on the third floor.'

'This isn't a good area for a woman living alone,' Vito remarked fol owing her up the stairs.

'Did you think I hadn't noticed?' Ava asked, unlocking her door and stepping inside before bending down to free Harvey from his lead.

Disconcerted by that mocking reply, Vito watched the Disconcerted by that mocking reply, Vito watched the worn denim ex over her curvy derriere. The more he saw of the sleek elegant lines of her body, the more he liked it. His ngers curled into loose sts. 'I don't like to think of you living round here ... although at least you have a watchdog.'

'I can't keep Harvey here overnight. I'l have to take him back to Marge's later.'

'Who's Marge?'

'She runs a smal boarding kennels and takes in strays.

I worked there for a few months while I was in an open prison. I stil help out when I can. She has a whole network of volunteers, who provide foster homes for strays and try to rehome them. The same people also make those dog cus.h.i.+ons and the like to sel for funds,'

she explained.

Vito had already lost interest. As Harvey set led on the rug by the single bed Vito paced deeper into the smal room to take a considering look at the shabby furniture and the severe lack of personal e ects and comforts. The rug on the linoleum oor was the sole luxury. 'I can't believe your family are leaving you to live like this.'

'Look, living here is a lot more comfortable and private than a hostel dormitory would be,' Ava replied with spirit. 'Would you like cof ee?'

'I've just had a meal. I'm ne,' Vito responded with a polite nod, stationing himself by the dirty window. He noticed that his breath was misting in the air; there was noticed that his breath was misting in the air; there was no heating. He was appal ed to nd her living in such surroundings and no longer marvel ed at the fact that she had been wearing second-hand shoes.

'You can take your coat of -I promise not to steal it!'

'It's too cold in here.'

Ava crouched down to switch on the gas re. She used it for an hour every evening to heat the room before she went to bed. She smiled to herself. Vito might be tough but he loved heat. If there was no sunlight he had to have a re on. Ol y used to tease him about it. At the thought her smile died away as quickly as it had come and she wondered if she would ever be in Vito's company without remembering the awful loss she had inflicted on him.

'You said you wanted to speak to me,' she reminded him, turning to face him.

His eyes glit ered like black diamonds in the light from the lamp by the bed. 'I have a suggestion to put to you.'

Ava rested her head to one side, copper-red hair glinting like re across her dark jacket, strands of honey gold lightening the overal ef ect.

'You look like a robin when you do that.'

Ava didn't want to be compared to a bird. Since when was a robin stylish or s.e.xy? It was more of a perky, cheeky bird, she reasoned, and then ushed at the way her mind was working, seeking a compliment, approval, her mind was working, seeking a compliment, approval, anything other than his indi erence, that was her and it was pathetic at her age to stil be so needy!

'I want to hold the Christmas party again this year,'

Vito continued doggedly. 'Wel , I don't real y want to but I believe it's time.'

'You mean you haven't had one ... since?' Ava completed, her voice cracking a lit le on that nal emphatic word, which encompa.s.sed so much.

A haunted darkness l ed Vito's stunning eyes, revealing a clear glimpse of pain, and it tore up something inside her. 'No, not for three years,' he responded flatly.

'OK ...' Recognising that further enquiry would be unwelcome, Ava strove to match his detached at itude and ram down the pained feelings swel ing inside her that sometimes felt too big and powerful to hold in. 'So?'

she prompted jerkily, wondering what the subject could possibly have to do with her.

'I want you to organise it-the party, the decoration of the house, the whole festive parade,' Vito extended, a sardonic look on his handsome face.

'Me? You want me to organise it?' Ava was incredulous at the idea, ut erly fil ed with disbelief.

'You and Ol y always took care of it for me before,'

Vito reminded her, noting how very white she had become, the subject no easier for her than it was for him.

'I want you to do it again, deal with the caterers and al 'I want you to do it again, deal with the caterers and al the fuss. I won't be involved but I think my sta and neighbours should feel free to enjoy the event again.'

Final y, Ava accepted that he was making a genuine request but it did not remove her astonishment. 'You can't have thought this through. Me? Have you any idea what people would think and say about me doing the arrangements for the party again?'

Vito raised an incredulous brow. 'I have never in my life stopped to worry about what other people think,' he countered with resounding a.s.surance. 'It strikes me as the perfect solution. You wil recreate Christmas in the same spirit as Ol y did. The two of you revel ed in al that traditional nonsense.'

Ava dragged in a ragged breath and had to literal y swal ow down the unnecessary reminder that Ol y was gone. Nonsense, yes, she recal ed helplessly, Vito had always believed the seasonal festivities were nonsense, only excepting those of a religious persuasion from his censure. Even so, he had tolerated her and Ol y's e orts to capture the magic of Christmas with the same long-su ering indulgence that an adult awarded childish pa.s.sions.

'I suggest you stay at AeroCarlton for what remains of the week and move into the castle at the weekend.'

'M-move into the castle?' Ava stammered, shaken at the suggestion.

'You can hardly do the work from here,' Vito pointed 'You can hardly do the work from here,' Vito pointed out, his measured drawl as cool as ice on her skin.

Christmas at Bolderwood, the stu of dreams, Ava conceded abstractedly and familiar images washed through her mind: gathering hol y and ivy from the forest, choosing the tree and dressing it, eating mince pies by the re in the Great Hal . Even as she felt sick with longing at the recol ection of happier times something snapped shut as tight as a padlock inside her brain. Christmas without Ol y in what had once been Ol y's happy home: it was unthinkable. She didn't deserve it, couldn't even consider such an undertaking when she had for ever destroyed Christmas for Vito.

'I couldn't do it. It would be a frightful mistake to use me. It would of end people.'

'If it does not o end me, why should it o end anyone else?' Vito enquired with arrogant conviction. 'You're over-sensitive, Ava. You can't live in the past for ever.'

'You can't forgive me!' Ava suddenly cried in jagged protest. 'How do you expect me to forgive myself?'

Vito cursed her emotional turbulence. Everything he control ed she expressed, but he saw her at itude as another sign that he was taking the right path. 'It's three years. It might feel like it only happened yesterday but it's been three years,' he pointed out harshly. 'Life has to go on. Make this Christmas a proper tribute to Ol y's memory.'

Ava was struggling to suppress such a giant surge of Ava was struggling to suppress such a giant surge of emotion that her legs trembled under her and she braced her hand on the back of a chair, her eyes stinging with a rush of tears. Ol y's memory. It always hurt too much to examine her memories of him and then be forced to accept the reality of his death again.

'Do you real y think that my brother would have wanted to see you living like this?' Face taut, eyes ablaze with impatience, Vito lifted both arms in an unusual y dramatic gesture of derision.

Ava's chin came up at that question and her spine straightened. 'No, I know he wouldn't have wanted this,'

she admit ed grudgingly, blinking back the tears that had almost shamed her. 'But I can't help it.'

'Che cosa hai! What's the mat er with you?' Vito reproved, his dark deep voice growling over the vowel sounds. 'You're a fighter-I expected more from you.'

Morti ed colour sprang up over her cheekbones, ooding her porcelain pale skin like the dawn on his Tuscan estate. That stray thought, far too colourful for a man who considered himself imaginative only in business, set his even white teeth on edge. He looked at her, grimly appraising her appearance in shabby clothes.

Hair like molten copper in an un at ering ponytail, face dominated by bright blue eyes and that luscious mouth, garments too shapeless and poorly t ing to compliment even her slender gure. Nothing there to fascinate or t.i.til ate, he reasoned impatiently, but his at ention t.i.til ate, he reasoned impatiently, but his at ention roamed back to her delicate features and lingered. A split second later he was hard as a rock, his blood drumming through the most sensitive part of his body as he imagined that succulent mouth pleasuring him.

'Yes, I'm a ghter,' Ava breathed shakily, gazing back at him, feeling the change in the atmosphere and nding it quite impossible to ignore it. How could he make her feel this way without even trying? Al right, he was very good-looking but surely she should have outgrown her teenaged sensitivity to his at raction? The pulse low in her pelvis was a nagging ache and she spun away restively, determined to get a grip on her physical reactions. After al , he had just chal enged her pride, her belief in herself, and she could not let that stand unanswered. She might be afraid of other people's reactions to her, but she was not prepared to admit the fact that rejection stil hurt her way more than it should have done. 'If you real y want me to, I'l do it ...

Christmas for you but don't blame me if people think you're crazy.'

Vito had xed his bril iant eyes to Harvey, who had practical y merged with the hearth rug in his relaxation.

'I've already told you how much I care about that.'

'Yes, but-'

'I prefer women who agree with me.'

'No, you do not!' Ava snapped back. 'You just get bored and walk al over them!'

bored and walk al over them!'

Vito felt that even walking over her might be fun and his black lashes dropped low on his re ective eyes. He was stil in an odd mood, he acknowledged in exasperation, a mood of unease where random thoughts clouded his usual y crystal-clear brain. He wondered if it was the season or talking about Ol y that had disturbed him and set led for that obvious explanation with relief.

'Staying at the castle may give you the opportunity to see your family again.'

'It wil shock them, annoy them, as they've made it quite clear they don't want me back in their lives,' she pointed out heavily. 'But that's their right and I have to accept it.'

Vito made no comment, stil taken aback by what he had done. A spur of the moment idea had red him up with an almost missionary zeal to make changes. Put ing Ava in charge of Christmas was as much for her bene t as his own. It would toughen him up, banish the atrocious vulnerability that a icted and destabilised him whenever he thought about his lit le brother. That was a weakness that Vito could not accept and he could no longer live with it and the necessity of constantly suppressing negative responses. He thought of al the people who had recommended therapy to deal with his grief and his beautiful y moulded mouth took on a derisive slant. Therapy wasn't his style. He didn't discuss such things with strangers, nor would he ever have sought professional help for a loss he deemed to be a sought professional help for a loss he deemed to be a perfectly normal, if traumatic, life experience. He was total y capable of dealing with his own problem and by the end of the Christmas party, when Ava Fitzgerald departed from his life again, he would have nal y made an important step in the recovery process. Avoiding her, acting al touchy-feely sensitive as he saw it, would have been the wrong thing to do, he acknowledged ercely.

He would deal with her in the present and move on, al the stronger for the experience.

'Can I bring Harvey with me to the castle?' Ava asked abruptly, realising that that would remove the dog from Marge's smal overcrowded house.

Dark brows drawing together, Vito frowned, for his antipathy to indoor animals had only al owed him to stretch as far as a guinea pig and goldfish even for Ol y.

'Honestly he won't be any trouble!' Ava promised feverishly, eager to persuade Vito round to her point of view. 'It's just Harvey wil be put down if I can't nd a home for him because Marge hasn't the room to keep him any longer. It'l buy him a lit le more time, that's al , and who knows? Someone may take a fancy to him on your estate.'

Vito surveyed Harvey, who was snoring loudly, remarkably relaxed for an animal apparently facing a sentence of death. He did not think he had ever seen a less prepossessing dog. 'Is he some peculiar breed?'

'No, he's a mongrel. He was a stray but he's young and 'No, he's a mongrel. He was a stray but he's young and healthy.' Ava gave him a tremulous, optimistic smile. 'He loves children too. He would be a great addition to the party if I put a Santa hat on him ... or maybe I could dress him up like a reindeer?'

Vito groaned out loud at the thought of more festive absurdity. 'Bring him with you if you like but don't get the idea that I'l keep him.'

'Oh, I would never expect that.' Ava laughed, released from tension and weak with relief on Harvey's behalf.

'I'l keep him away from you. I know you're no good with dogs. Ol y told me you were bit en when you were a child!'

Annoyance coursed through Vito and his eyes veiled, his jaw line hardening. He was an extremely private man. He wondered what other inappropriate revelations his lit le brother had made and once again he re ected that the sooner Ava was out of his workplace, the bet er.

'I'l have to get permission from my probation o cer to leave London,' Ava told him suddenly, her expression anxious. 'I see her every month.'

'You'l only be away a couple of weeks-why bother mentioning it?'

'I'm out on parole, Vito. I have to fol ow the rules if I don't want to end up back inside,' she replied tightly.

Vito compressed his lips and gave an imperious nod of his handsome dark head in acknowledgement. 'I'l send a car to pick you up late Sunday afternoon.'

car to pick you up late Sunday afternoon.'

And then he was gone and the room felt cold and empty as if the sun had gone in. She sat down by the re, al of a sudden cold on the inside as wel and very shaky. What had she done? What madness had possessed her to agree to his proposition? The same madness that had made Vito Barbieri voice the suggestion? He wanted closure. She understood that, felt worse than ever when she thought about how hard it must have been for so reserved a male to deal with such a colossal tragedy. But on one level he was right-life went on whether you wanted it to or not and, just as he had done, she had to learn how to adapt to survive.

'I understand you'l only be here until Friday,' Karen Harper remarked sweetly the fol owing morning as she checked over the typing that Ava had completed and sent her out to cover Reception over lunch. 'I had no idea just how friendly you were with the boss-'

'Friendly would be the wrong word,' Ava elded awkwardly. 'Vito's stil my boss.'

But the atmosphere around her for the rest of the week was strained and she was in receipt of more nosy questions than she wanted to answer. It was a relief to leave early on Friday to keep her regular appointment with Sal y, her probation of icer.

'You'l be staying in a real castle?' Sal y queried, goggle-eyed, as she made a note of the address.

'Not a medieval one-Bolderwood is a Victorian 'Not a medieval one-Bolderwood is a Victorian house,' Ava explained.

'And owned by Oliver Barbieri's brother,' Sal y slot ed in, smiling widely at Ava. 'He must be a very forgiving person.'

'No, he'l never forgive and forget where his brother's concerned and I don't blame him for that,' Ava replied tautly, her expression sober beneath the older woman's curious gaze. 'But he thinks we both need to get back to normal and he sees this as the best way of achieving that.'

'It's stil a remarkably generous gesture.'

Travel ing down to Bolderwood Castle two days later in the opulent luxury of a limousine with Harvey asleep at her feet and her holdal packed in the boot, Ava was thinking that she had never known that Vito possessed such a streak of generosity. But she should have done, she reasoned rueful y. Hadn't he given Ol y a home when his kid brother was left alone in the world? A lit le boy he had only met a couple of times, a half-brother some adults might have thoroughly resented? Yet on the outside Vito Barbieri was as tough and in exible as granite. In business he was as much feared as respected by compet.i.tors and at work-if AeroCarlton was anything to go by-his very high expectations and ruthless ef iciency intimidated his employees.

As the familiar countryside pa.s.sed the windows Ava grew increasingly tense. She was both terri ed and grew increasingly tense. She was both terri ed and exhilarated to be heading back to her childhood stomping grounds. Would she dare to visit her father or her sisters? She thought not, best not to push herself in rudely where she wasn't wanted. Her father and sisters would only resent her for turning up uninvited on their doorsteps and put ing them on the spot. Her eyes awash with moisture, she blinked back tears. She had to put her life back together alone but at least she stil had her life.

'You have a very negative at itude,' Ol y had once scolded her with his easy smile.

But then aside of his mother dying and his father having been an absentee parent, Ol y had received a level of security, love and support from adults that Ava had never known. She knew that that was why she was p.r.i.c.kly, suspicious of people's motives and always prepared for the worst. As the limo waited for the giant electric gates to open at the foot of the castle drive Ava's heart was in her mouth and she felt like scrambling out of the car and running away. Of course people were going to think she was ut erly shameless and insensitive to come and stay at Bolderwood after what she had done!

The car headlights il uminated the rambling Victorian mansion in the distance. Complete with four turrets and a forest of Elizabethan-esque chimneys, the original architect had recklessly borrowed the style of almost every previous age to embel ish his creation. Ava had always thought it was a madly romantic house built in always thought it was a madly romantic house built in the days when owners had loads of sta and constantly entertained guests. Vito had a very large sta but kept the entertaining to the minimum. Throwing open the doors of his private home for the Christmas party was a major chal enge for a male who happily lived behind locked gates and electric fences the rest of the year.

Eleanor Dobbs, the slim brunet e housekeeper in her thirties, greeted Ava at the imposing front door. 'Miss Fitzgerald,' she said without an ounce of discom ture.

'I'l show you straight up to your room so that you can get unpacked.'