This song must be for her. Even as her mind rejected the idea, her heart knew it was true. If he felt this way about her, why hadn't he contacted her? Not a phone call or a postcard since she came back from New York. Nothing to keep her hopes alive. It made no sense. And how could she ever get in touch with him to let him know she felt the same way?
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The following day, Maria caught an early-morning train home. She watched the London suburbs slip past, gradually giving way to fields and villages. Her mum and dad had invited her grandparents over for dinner that evening to celebrate Maria's new job. She tried to think of the family celebration, the food she would prepare. But Dino filled her thoughts.
His rendition of "Maria" had left her more confused than ever. Why sing a song for her when he had no idea she was in the audience? Had it simply been a sentimental crowd-pleaser to end the performance? She didn't want to believe he was insincere. But if the sentiments he expressed in the song were true, surely he would have found time to stick a stamp on a postcard and send it her way?
This whole situation with Dino exhausted her, the emotional highs and lows, the uncertainty, the heartache. She should have stuck to her plan to put him behind her and move on. Then she remembered the agony of emotion on his face as he'd sung her name, and she knew that memory would be with her until her dying day.
When she walked out of Truro station, her sister's car was parked in the pickup area. As soon as Chris saw Maria, she jumped out. "You've got me! Mum and Dad are showing another couple around the guesthouse."
Maria's heart fell. She'd managed to put the sale out of her mind. "Why today when we've got a family get-together?"
"It was the only time they could manage." Chris hauled Maria's case into the back of her vehicle.
They set off, and Chris quizzed Maria on her course and listened with rapt attention to the details of the elegant London Eden Bach Hotel.
"You are so lucky. I'd love a shopping trip to London."
Maria laughed. "Has your credit card recovered from New York? Anyway, I wasn't shopping. I was at a training course."
"In one of the classiest hotels in London." Chris released a heartfelt sigh. "But I can't complain. I've got a good life."
"You certainly have. A husband who loves you and two lovely little girls." It was Maria's turn to sigh. Chris had everything Maria wanted.
"So if you had such a good time, why do you look like someone died?"
"I do not." Maria pulled down the sun visor and examined her face in the mirror. She did look a bit pale. She planned to tell her sister that the traffic noise had disturbed her sleep, but when she opened her mouth different words came out. "Dino was on at the O2 Arena last night."
"Oh, my God, Mari. Please tell me you didn't go."
Maria winced.
"Didn't you learn your lesson in New York?" Her sister gave her an exasperated glance, but after a few moments she relented. "Okay, spill. What was the concert like?"
Maria described the venue and the songs Dino had performed, but she didn't mention the encore. Although he'd sung "Maria" in front of twenty thousand people, the experience was too personal to discuss.
As soon as she arrived home, her mother recruited her for kitchen duty. "Granny and Grandpa will be here soon. They're staying tonight. I know it's crazy but there's snow forecast. I can't understand what's gone wrong with the British weather. We never used to get much snow in the South West and certainly not at this time of year. I don't know what's happened to the global warming they promised us. It feels more like a new ice age."
Maria started baking rolls and preparing vegetables. The pleasure of being in the kitchen and cooking soothed her tumultuous emotions.
For once, the weather forecast was right. By midafternoon, fluffy snowflakes started to fall. Her dad's parents arrived soon after, and she took a break from kitchen duties to welcome them. Granny Gardener was a fraction over five feet tall, but rather like a feisty small dog, she had the attitude of a rottweiler. "Let me look at you." She patted Maria's cheek. "Hmm, you're too pale and too thin. But I expect that's the fashion these days." Maria smiled as she hugged her granny. "What's this new job you've got then, poppet? I want to hear all about it."
Over a cup of tea, Maria gave a brief rundown of her assistant manager's job to everyone there and hoped she wouldn't be asked that question again. Although they were celebrating her new job, she didn't want to spend the weekend thinking about work.
"Well, I hope you enjoy it," Granny said. "It doesn't seem right to me, your mum and dad selling the guesthouse out from under you when you've worked so hard here."
"We've talked about this, Mum," Maria's dad said, tapping a finger against his lips for silence.
"Yes, well, I'm just saying, that's all. I'm allowed to have an opinion." Maria rubbed her granny's arm, grateful for the support, even though she knew the Crow's Nest was a lost cause.
At five thirty, Maria and her mother wheeled the heated trolley into the dining room and served the dinner. Including Chris, Eric, and the twins, there were nine of them. Most of the tables had been moved aside, leaving three pushed together in the center of the room.
Maria paused for a moment and, with a pang of longing, remembered the last time she had eaten in the dining room with Dino, remembered the sound of his laughter and his soft, melodic accent, the glint of warmth in his rich, brown eyes. That felt like a lifetime ago now.
"We arrived just in time. Look at the snow falling." Granny pointed her walking stick at the bay window overlooking the village. "That'll teach all those poor daffodils that dared pop up their heads early." Her grandmother patted Maria's arm. "Come and sit beside me, dear." Maria pulled out a chair and helped the old woman to settle. She and her mother placed the dishes of vegetables on the table and handed out servings of roast lamb.
Chris cut up Charlotte's and Poppy's meat, then served them with vegetables. The two little girls started shoveling it into their mouths with plastic spoons. "Don't you feed those girls at home, Christine?" Granny said, winking at Maria.
Chris simply rolled her eyes and ignored the dig. Finally Maria sat down and spooned vegetables onto her own plate. She had just taken her first mouthful when the doorbell rang.
"Oh for goodness' sake," her mother said. "Why does that always happen the minute I sit down?"
Maria started to get up, but Chris was already on her feet moving towards the door. Maria chatted with her dad, who was certain the people who'd viewed the guesthouse that morning would make an offer. Maria secretly hoped they wouldn't. She knew the place had to be sold, but she didn't want to start flat-hunting until she had settled into her new job.
Chris's heels clicked on the parquet floor as she paced back into the room, a huge grin on her face. Then Maria noticed a man behind her. A dark-haired man.
Maria's heart faltered. Her breath caught in her lungs.
Dino followed Chris into the dining room and halted just inside the door. Silence fell as everyone looked up. Dino's gaze swept the table and settled on her, dark, intense. Uncertain.
Oblivious to everything else, Maria stared back, drank in every detail of him. Specks of snow glittered in his black hair like stars in the night sky; streaks of color from the cold ran along his cheekbones. A luxurious, chestnut fur coat enveloped him, the collar turned up against the chill.
He'd come back to her! In an instant, the disappointment of New York and all the weeks of separation and heartache melted away as if they were a bad dream.
Dino's lips curved in a tentative smile. Nerves tingled to life all through Maria's body as if she had been half asleep since he left. In her fantasies, when they met she ran into his arms and kissed him. But she could hardly throw herself at him in front of her family. Belatedly she remembered her manners. She stood and went to him, brushed her fingertips across his soft fur sleeve. "Mum, Dad, this is my friend, Dino Rossellini."
"Mr. Gardener, Mrs. Gardener," Dino said in his beautiful, accented English. He
stepped forwards as her father stood and shook his hand. "Forgive me for disturbing your dinner, sir. I would like to speak to Maria, if I may."
Maria pressed a palm over her heart, feeling almost light-headed. This was her Dino. How could he be the same man she'd watched singing to thousands of people mere hours ago?
"You'd better stay for dinner," Maria's mother said, as she jumped up and bustled around, fetching another place setting for the table.
"Thank you, Mrs. Gardener. That is very kind of you, but I cannot stay long."
Maria's euphoria faded at his words. Of course, this was a quick visit before he jetted off to his next concert venue.
Despite his comment, Dino took off his coat and sat obediently when Maria's mother indicated a chair. "Sit down, Mari, and finish your dinner," her mother said tersely. Maria hesitated behind Dino, longing to touch him. Instead she returned to her seat.
His gaze rose to find Maria's again as he was given a plate and served with vegetables. All she wanted to do was sneak away somewhere private with him. She had so many questions. She didn't even know where to start. When her mother sat down with a harassed sigh, Maria noticed that she didn't look as impressed with Dino as everyone else.
Maria tried to continue her meal, but her mouth was so dry she could barely swallow. In the end she gave up trying.
As soon as Dino finished eating, Maria stood up. "Excuse us for a few minutes. If Dino's short of time, I don't want to hold him up."
Heart racing, she led him through to the conservatory where they had spent many evenings together, staring up at the stars, snuggling, kissing. Tingles raced up and down her spine at the firm tread of his footsteps following her across the mosaic tiles of the hallway. Her cheeks were flushed by the time she reached the conservatory and turned to face him. He was wearing an elegant dark suit, but his shirt was open at the neck.
He took her hands, lifted them to his mouth, and kissed her knuckles. "Maria, Maria, amore mio." Dino pressed his lips to the backs of her hands again and closed his eyes for a moment. "I have so much to apologize for. I don't know where to begin."
She'd assumed he didn't know about her trip to New York, but his words changed her mind. Yet he hadn't contacted her until now. Her bruised feelings welled up, and she pulled her hands out of his grip. "You left without saying goodbye."
"Oh, cara. I thought I was doing the right thing." He gestured in frustration. "This has not gone well between us since I left. I'm sorry. I did not learn you were in New York until you had gone. Rachel told me when we arrived in Toronto."
"So why didn't you call me? You could have found the guesthouse phone number on the Internet."
Dino passed a hand over his face, his expression pained. "It is difficult to say, Maria. I did not want to cause more problems between us."
"What problems could you possibly cause by phoning me?" She had no doubt she loved this man. And he must have feelings for her or he wouldn't have come back. But he had a funny way of showing it.
"Will you forgive me, Maria? Give me another chance."
"Oh, Dino..." Maria dropped into one of the wicker chairs and rested her face in her hands. "I don't blame you for not seeing me in New York. That was Freddy Short's doing. But it made me realize you and I live different lives. We think differently, have different priorities."
Dino crouched in front of her and stroked the hair back off her face. "We are not so different, cara. Don't you remember our time together here?"
"But that wasn't real life for you. I saw what your life's like when I came to New York. I watched La Bohème on the screen outside the Met. I heard about the movie you're doing. I was at the stage door after your matinée performance."
"I thought I heard your voice then. Why did you not come to me? I would have been overjoyed to see you."
Maria remembered the shoving crowd, the bald man who had pushed in front of her. She had forgotten about him once she arrived home, now she realized he must have been following her if she'd seen him three times in as many days. "I think there was a man watching me to make sure I didn't get close to you."
"Freddy!" A string of Italian words slid from Dino's lips. She guessed it was a good thing she couldn't understand them. "He is despicable. But he will not interfere between us again. I have thrown him in the toilet."
A giggle burst from Maria. "I don't think that's quite what you mean. But I understand the sentiment."
Her flare of amusement faded. She smoothed a hand across his shoulder and touched his hair to reassure herself he was real. "I'm over the moon to see you, but why did you wait so long to contact me? I've really missed you. I'd have loved to hear your voice and know you hadn't forgotten me."
He sighed softly and brushed his fingertips across her cheek. "I did call, you, cara. Your mother, she told me not to phone again. I hoped you would accept my letter as apology."
Maria's heart jumped with a painful clench. "Mum told you not to call? And there was a letter? What letter?"
"I wrote to you as soon as I realized I could not speak to you on the phone. You should have received it by now."
"I didn't get your letter." Their eyes met and a moment of understanding passed between them. Maria groaned. "Mum," she said her throat so tight with emotion the word was mangled.
"Did you not get the postcards I sent you?" Dino continued.
Maria shook her head slowly. Her mother must have checked the mail and hidden any letters from Dino. "She told me you were the wrong sort of man for me."
"She probably thought she was protecting you, cara."
Maria closed her eyes until she could get her emotions under control. She had no doubt her mother was well-intentioned, but instead of protecting her from hurt, she'd caused her unnecessary weeks of heartache.
"In my letter, I gave you my phone number and asked you to call me. I wanted to arrange for you to come to Italy with me for my mamma's fiftieth birthday. When I did not hear, I thought you were angry with me and would not see me again. But I could not give up without hearing you speak the words."
"Oh, Dino." Maria wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his neck. They held each other for long minutes, then Dino eased back and cupped her cheek in his palm.
"Am I forgiven, Maria, amore?"
"Of course, Dino. I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too. Every minute of every day." Dino leaned close and Maria's eyelids fell as he pressed his lips to hers in a soft, sweet kiss. Too soon he pulled back. He blew out a breath. "I don't have much time, cara. I must leave in a few minutes or I will miss my flight home. I want you to meet my family and see where I grew up. Will you come with me?"
Maria leaned her forehead on his shoulder. She desperately wanted to go, but it worried her that every moment she spent with him would make it harder to part. "You'll have to go to America to start filming soon. It'll tie you up for months, won't it?"
"Maria, amore." He raised her hand to his lips again, the look in his brown eyes so loving and earnest. "Do not worry about that now. Please come home with me. It is just a week in Italy."
The doubts flooding her mind faded as she realized she couldn't turn down an opportunity to spend time with him, even if it meant heartache later. "Yes," she whispered. "I'll come."
Chapter Twelve
Maria squinted through the windshield as Dino drove up the narrow lane out of Porthale. He had rented an SUV. A good decision as snow was pelting down. The fluffy, white flakes probably wouldn't settle for long at this time of year, but right now the steep hill out of the village would be too slippery to navigate in a normal car.
In the darkness she could barely see Dino, but she stared at his profile, still finding it hard to believe he had come back to her. They headed to Newquay Airport for a connecting flight to Bristol. From there they would fly to Pisa in Italy. Her hastily packed bag was in the back. She hoped she hadn't forgotten anything. It had been difficult to concentrate on packing with her mother standing over her, tr
ying to persuade her not to go.
She knew her mother was being cautious because she didn't want to see her hurt, but when she grudgingly gave Maria the pile of postcards and the letter from Dino, Maria had to bite her tongue to hold back words she would later regret.
The snow was lighter near the north coast of Cornwall, so Newquay Airport was open. Dino checked his watch before he lifted her bag from the car. "We should be in time for our flight from Bristol as long as we hurry."
He locked the vehicle, took her hand, and they dashed across the car park towards the terminal building. Dino halted inside the doors, pulled some sunglasses from his pocket and slipped them on. Maria raised her eyebrows. "It's dark. What're you doing?"
"I do not want people to recognize me."
An incredulous chuckle burst from Maria's lips. With snow glittering on his black hair and the fur coat, he looked as though he'd just stepped off a magazine cover. The few people nearby were already ogling him. They might not know precisely who he was, but it was obvious he was somebody. He had a personal magnetism that made him stand out. "The dark glasses are not going to work. Believe me," she said. "And the fur coat is a bit of an attention grabber."
He looked down at himself as he put the glasses away. "It is not real fur, cara."
At his bemused look, she kissed him. He really had no idea how gorgeous he was. "You're missing the point, Dino."
He smiled and held her close for a moment. "I will miss it more often if it makes you kiss me. Anyway, I do not have a problem in England, usually. The British are polite. They do not accost me."
"What about the Italians?" she asked as Dino took her hand and they headed across the terminal building.
Dino laughed. "The Italians, they ignore me. They like to show me I am nothing special."
They bypassed the check-in desk and Maria frowned. "Don't we need to drop off my bag?"
"No, cara. Your bag comes with us."
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