Can he find his son a mommy for Christmas?
Ever since Italian CEO Luca Berettini tragically lost his wife, he’s been dedicated to keeping his sick son happy and healthy. But when Dino asks a charity to grant him a wish, Luca’s Christmas is turned on its head!
Gabi Parisi is moved by Dino’s letter and desperate to help the boy, whose experience reminds her of her childhood. She’s swept away by Dino and his handsome, loving single dad but has no idea how to grant Dino’s wish—until Luca makes her a very special Christmas proposal...
Euphoric that she had the freedom to touch and feel him, she pushed her fears aside and gave in to her desires.
They came together in an explosion of need that rocked her world.
“You don’t know what meeting you has done to me.” Luca kissed every inch of her face and throat. “I could eat you alive. Don’t ask me to stop because I can’t, bellissima.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Surely you know that by now. Why else do I keep finding excuses to stay?”
“I love you, Gabriella Parisi. I’m so in love with you, I can’t think about anything else. Don’t say it’s too soon, or that we barely know each other. None of that matters because we know how we feel.”
Dear Reader,
My Christmas story has been a delight to write because it touches on the heart-wrenching theme about children who need special blessings in their lives. The heroine in this story has been the recipient of a special blessing and is in a position to bring happiness to deserving, adorable children everywhere.
The idea for this book came because of the following story. My son and my granddaughter were flying to Denver, Colorado, from Salt Lake City, Utah. Before they got off the jet, the pilot heard my granddaughter say she wished she could sit in his seat in the cockpit. To their surprise, the pilot granted her that wish and gave her the thrill of her life. He put his hat on her head and took a picture of the two of them.
I started thinking about all the deserving children who could use a once-in-a-lifetime thrill to make them happy. I looked at my son in the picture. He’s an alpine skier in the Colorado mountains and is already teaching my darling granddaughter to become a downhill skier. My mind started to put a story together. But this one takes place in the Italian Dolomites. A boy and his parents are out enjoying a day of skiing, as carefree as my son and granddaughter were on that trip. But something unexpected occurs. I hope you’ll read the story for a Christmas treat and find out what happens to this very special family.
Enjoy!
Rebecca
THE MAGNATE’S HOLIDAY PROPOSAL
Rebecca Winters
Rebecca Winters lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favorite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels—because writing is her passion, along with her family and church. Rebecca loves to hear from readers. If you wish to email her, please visit her website at cleanromances.com.
Books by Rebecca Winters
Harlequin Romance
The Billionaire’s Club
Return of Her Italian Duke
Bound to Her Greek Billionaire
Whisked Away by Her Sicilian Boss
The Vineyards of Calanetti
His Princess of Convenience
The Montanari Marriages
The Billionaire’s Baby Swap
The Billionaire Who Saw Her Beauty
Greek Billionaires
The Millionaire’s True Worth
A Wedding for the Greek Tycoon
The Billionaire’s Prize
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EXCERPT FROM THE BILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS BABY BY MARION LENNOX
CHAPTER ONE
November, two years earlier.
Piancavallo, the Italian Dolomites, Italy
“PAPÀ? IS THIS where you skied when you were my age?”
“Yes. I’d practice right here whenever my parents would let me.”
“I want to be an Olympic champion like you.”
“I have no doubts you will be one day, Dino,” his mamma said. “But it’s getting cold and time to go back to our chalet. We’ll come again tomorrow, darling.”
“Urra!”
Suddenly the three of them heard a loud crack higher up the mountain.
“What was that, Papà?”
“We have to get off the mountain, now!”
November 29, present day
On Thursday morning Luca Berettini left his villa for work later than usual and got in the car to drive to Spilimbergo in Northeast Italy. It took only a few minutes from Luca’s home in Maniago, Italy, eleven miles away.
For the last year and a half, Luca had been acting CEO of Berettini Plastics, their hundred-year-old family business, while his father, Fabrizo Berettini, had been recovering from a heart attack. The position was one he’d never wanted or sought. But both the board and his mother had pressured him to do it. She’d done everything in the world for him all her life, and he couldn’t turn her down.
Since the avalanche that had robbed Luca of his wife and Dino’s mother, Luca had run a business of his own on the side, all to do with the manufacture of Italian skis and boots. His venture had proved lucrative. If the gods were kind, the day might come when Luca could say goodbye to the job of CEO and be fully involved with his interest in the ski industry.
The horrendous avalanche that had changed his world and had kept him away from the ski slopes hadn’t altered his love for the sport. What a joy it would be to walk away and have the freedom to do what he really wanted, but he couldn’t do that until he knew the outcome of his father’s health.
As for Dino, until Luca knew what kind of life was in store for his son after the impending operation to remove a benign brain tumor, it was difficult to think about anything else. The boy meant more to him than life itself.
Luca parked his car and nodded to several of the employees before taking the private elevator to his suite on the third floor. As he entered, his secretary, Sofia, got up from her desk and hurried over to him. Something was going on. In a hushed voice she said, “Before you go in, I wanted to warn you that your father is here. He’s been waiting several hours for you.”
Anger swamped Luca. The doctor had ordered his father to stay home and continue to work with his various therapists until he was given permission to put in part-time work again. But that hadn’t stopped him from crossing the threshold today. It was so like him to intrude on Luca’s private life
without warning. In the past he’d tried to sabotage several of Luca’s relationships with women by making demands and criticisms.
Today was all Luca needed after having to console Dino following one of his nightmares this morning, but he knew exactly why his father had shown up and shouldn’t have been surprised. When he hadn’t gotten satisfaction after a fiery exchange on the phone with Luca last night, he’d decided to barge in on him.
Being armed with that information, Luca thanked Sofia for the heads-up and walked in his inner sanctum. His silver-haired sixty-eight-year-old father sat at the large oak desk while he read some sensitive documents Luca had been working on.
He looked at Luca without getting up. “I asked Sofia to hold your calls so I could talk to you.”
How like his father to come to the office without advance warning when the doctor hadn’t given him permission to be at work yet. Throughout Luca’s life his father had interfered, never approving of his sporting interests, always trying to stifle his career ambitions that had nothing to do with the family plastics business. No girl, no woman was good enough for Luca except the one they were fighting about right now.
“We said all there was to say last night on the phone.”
His father slammed one hand on the desk. “I don’t know why you continue to thwart me about Giselle.”
“Frankly, I’ll never understand why you hoped she and I would ever get together. I was never interested in her, which is why I married Catarina.”
“But your wife has been dead for two years. Giselle is still very much alive and beautiful. Her father tells me it was you she always wanted. We’re determined to get the two of you together. I told him I’d arrange it.”
Luca shook his head. “Don’t you understand I have more important things to think about at the moment? I’m dealing with my son’s fears over his operation,” he exploded. “Henri Fournier may be your best friend and the two of you are desperate to keep the fortunes of both our families sealed with a marriage, but I made it clear last night. I don’t want to see his daughter and have no interest in any woman! Since you look settled in that chair where you once sat for years ruling the company, I’ll leave it to you.”
The older man’s cheeks grew ruddy. He would never change. His father had been the same intransigent dictator for as long as Luca could remember. Nothing Luca had ever wanted or done had met with his father’s approval, and Luca had given up hope for a transformation.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“Wait, Luca—”
But he walked back out and told Sofia to ring him if anything vital came up. Now would be a good time to do an on-site visit to the ski manufacturing plant he owned in nearby Tauriano before returning to Maniago. It might cool down his anger.
At three thirty that afternoon Luca returned home and found his son still in his pajamas watching TV in the family room.
“Hey—piccolo.” He hugged him. “What’s going on?”
“My favorite show.”
Ines, the nanny, got up from the sofa and walked over to him. “It’s the Start with a Wish program that’s on every weekday afternoon.” Luca had heard of it. “He’s obsessed with it because they make a child’s wish come true.”
If only that were really possible.
“I take it his headache finally passed.”
“Yes.”
Every headache his son suffered caused Luca pain that crossed over the older lines of grief etched on his hard-boned features. “After we have dinner, I’ll take him to watch a hockey game. Hopefully it will get his mind off the operation.”
He left the kitchen and raced up the stairs, as ever feeling devastated by Dino’s condition. Earlier that morning his son had cried to him. “I dreamed I was in the avalanche and couldn’t find Mamma. I wish she didn’t have to die.”
How many times had Luca heard that? He’d kissed the top of his head. “We all wish she were here, but at least we have each other, don’t we?”
“Yes,” his boy whispered.
“Pretty soon you’re not going to have headaches anymore.”
“But I’m scared.”
“I know, but the operation is going to take them away. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
“Yes, but what if I never wake up?”
Luca clutched him harder. “Where did you get an idea like that?”
“On TV.”
“What show?”
“That cartoon, Angel’s Friends. Raf’s mother never woke up.”
Diavolo. A simple cartoon had played on his fears, doing more damage. “Listen to me, Dino. I’ve had four operations in my life, and I’m just fine.”
“Was Nonna with you?”
He’d closed his eyes, praying for inspiration. “Yes.” Luca’s mother had always been there for him. “And I’ll be with you. Don’t you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you?”
“Yes.” But Dino’s voice was muffled against Luca’s shoulder and he’d finally fallen asleep.
The heavy lids that covered blue eyes revealed his misery. In the last year, his headaches had grown more frequent as the doctor said they would. When the medication didn’t stop them, sleep was the only thing that seemed to help, but that meant he stayed in bed until they subsided.
At his last checkup three months ago, the doctor had brought up the operation to remove it. But Dino fought the very thought of one, even if it would make him feel better.
Now Luca was frightened, too, because the neurosurgeon told him the tumor was in a dangerous place. Removing it wasn’t without risk. But Luca knew it had to be done so his son could be relieved of pain.
His operation had been scheduled for December 21, less than a month away now. Dr. Meuller, the Swiss-born doctor from Zurich who was doing some voluntary work in Africa, would fly in to the hospital in Padova to perform the surgery. Luca had arranged his business affairs so he’d be free during that time.
Luca and his mother had done everything to reassure Dino they’d be there for him during the surgery, but whenever it was mentioned, he would run to his room and sob. He wanted his mother, and no one could replace her. It broke his heart that Dino dreaded it so much.
Something out of the ordinary had to happen to help his son. Luca wished to heaven he knew what it was...
* * *
Another Monday.
Gabi Parisi left the house in Limena and drove the four miles under an overcast sky to the office of the Start with a Wish foundation in Padova, Italy. In the fifty-six-degree temperature, she didn’t need a coat to wear over her long-sleeved blue sweater and black wool skirt.
After the weekend, Mondays meant tons of mail. So many letters came in from children needing help. Some required money for medical procedures or operations that parents or guardians couldn’t provide. Others were dying and the family or caregivers wanted to grant them their greatest wish, which was beyond their means.
Edda Romano, Gabi’s boss, was a famous philanthropist who had been giving away her money for worthy causes ever since her husband’s untimely death. Being the heiress of the Romano manufacturing fortune had allowed her to establish the foundation that would continue to give happiness to children for generations. There was no one Gabi admired more than Edda. She felt it a privilege to work for this remarkable seventy-five-year-old woman who was truly selfless.
Gabi maneuvered through the heavy traffic and drove around the back of the building to the private parking area. After touching up her lipstick, she ran a brush through tousled ash-blond hair and got out of the car. To her surprise she was met with several wolf whistles coming from some workmen doing renovations on the building to the west.
Men.
Her divorce two years ago had put her off getting involved again. She’d moved back home with her widowed mot
her, who still worked part-time at the hospital as a pediatric nurse.
Gabi had gotten her college degree in accounting and had worked in a bank. She’d even fallen in love and had married the bank manager, having faith in a wonderful future. But a miscarriage soon after their marriage had been devastating. And then she’d learned her husband had been having an affair.
In less than a year of being married, it was over and she’d filed for divorce. Once again she’d started looking for another job.
When the position with Edda had opened up, Gabi had grabbed at it, sensing it would be a healing kind of work. Edda’s whole purpose was to make children happy. Still mourning the baby she’d lost at five weeks, Gabi could pour out her love on other people’s children.
The foundation business filled three floors of the neoclassic building, depending on the department where you were assigned. To Gabi’s mind, she had the best position. She, along with four other women, had the exciting opportunity of opening and reading the letters. When they’d made their group decision about each child’s letter, they took it to Edda in the suite next door to make the final decisions about what to do.
Once Gabi had gone inside the rear entrance and had grabbed a cup of coffee in the open reception room, she walked upstairs to the conference room on the second floor to get started for the day. She and her coworkers sat around a big oval table. Three of them were married, one was single and Gabi was divorced.
Stefania, the woman Edda had put in charge of their group, received the mail from the mail room and passed around the new letters that came in every day. Gabi marveled that so many children needed special help and praised Edda for the service she rendered on a continual basis. Such goodness put her in the category of a saint.
“Buongiorno,” she said to Angelina and Clara, who’d already arrived. In a minute Stefania came in with Luisa, the one who still wasn’t married and had become a good friend of Gabi’s. They smiled at each other before Luisa sat down next to her. “How was your weekend?” she whispered to her friend.
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