Мишель Дуглас - The Redemption of Rico D'Angelo

‘Monty.’ She kept her voice soft and clicked her fingers. The dog immediately rose to nuzzle her hand. ‘Put your hand down to him, Rico, so he can smell it, remember it...and apologise.’

Rico did as she said, not the least afraid Monty would bite him now. Neen’s confidence had filtered into him, and he knew she wasn’t the kind of woman who would put anyone at risk. Monty promptly licked Rico’s hand.

‘Good dog,’ Neen said, finally releasing Rico and giving Monty a lusty scratch all the way down his back.

The dog groaned and arched against her. Rico didn’t blame him one little bit.

‘How come you know so much about dogs?’ he asked, in an attempt to take his mind off the curve of her hips in those jeans that she wore. The sun. The beach.

‘I grew up with them.’

‘But you don’t like them.’

‘That’s right.’

He watched as she pulled a tennis ball from her pocket. ‘Okay, Monty, let’s really wear you out.’ And she threw it.

Rico shook his head. ‘My teenagers aren’t going to know what’s hit them.’

* * *

Neen returned home from the beach with Monty early the next morning to find workmen waiting by her front door. Her palms turned clammy. She scanned the complex and its surrounds, but nothing looked out of place.

Except for the workmen. Her hand tightened about Monty’s lead as she approached them.

‘Are you Ms Cuthbert?’ one of them asked. At her nod he said, ‘We’ve been booked to fit new screen doors, as well as security systems to each of the five apartments here.’

She straightened. ‘Who hired you?’

He glanced at his clipboard. ‘The real-estate agency responsible for these properties.’ He named the company.

‘May I see?’

He handed the order form across to her. As he’d said, the agency’s name appeared in the requisite box, but she didn’t doubt for a single moment that Rico was behind this somehow. Exactly how escaped her, but she was starting to see he was the kind of man who got things done.

‘I’m Unit Three.’ She handed back the order form. ‘Shouldn’t you start at Unit One?’

‘The tenant in Unit One is away, and the real-estate agent isn’t available to open the place up to us until tomorrow. According to my records Unit Two is currently vacant so, again, we have to wait on the agent.’

Audra’s apartment. Or at least it had been.

‘If you have any enquiries I’ve been told to direct you to the real-estate agency. Do you mind if we start work now? It should only take us an hour...two at tops.’

‘Not at all.’ She had no intention of looking such a gift horse in the mouth. She unlocked her front door and gestured inside. ‘Be my guest.’

She sat in the courtyard with a pot of tea while Monty dozed in the patchy spring sunlight. On impulse she pulled out her phone and punched in the number Rico had given her.

‘D’Angelo,’ a voice barked without preamble, and for some reason she found herself having to fight back a smile.

‘Hello, Rico, it’s Neen here.’

‘Is everything okay?’

‘Yes, thank you.’

It was a long time since anyone had made her feel so cared for.

Her hand tightened about the phone. Wanting to be looked after, taken care of, loved, was what had got her into this trouble in the first place.

‘I...um...I just wanted to thank you. I don’t know how you managed it at such short notice, but the security company is here already.’

He didn’t say anything and her scalp started to prickle with self-consciousness.

‘Rico?’ The self-consciousness turned into something more sinister. If this was one of Chris’s tricks... ‘I...if you didn’t organise for a new screen door and security system for me, you’d better let me know right now.’

She’d have to ring the agency to check this was all aboveboard.

Which was what she should’ve done in the first place! What on earth had prompted her to ring Rico? Because he’d made her feel cared for? Her throat burned. Hadn’t she learned her lesson?

‘The real-estate agent in charge of your block of units owes me a favour. I decided to call it in.’

She sagged.

‘I’m afraid it’ll mean a slight increase in your rent.’

She didn’t mind that in the least. ‘Well...’ She swallowed. ‘It was kind of you. I just...I wanted to thank you.’

‘I’m just protecting my investment. Did you get a chance to read through the contract?’

She sensed his efforts to distance himself and it made her frown. Not that she’d expected yesterday’s confidences to have made them bosom buddies or anything, but she’d developed friendships with all her other employers. She didn’t know why Rico should be any different.

But he was.

She recalled the dark fire in his eyes, the way his hands had clenched yesterday when he’d said he would make a difference. She suppressed a shiver.

‘I did read over the contract. I made an amendment.’

‘Which was?’

‘I’m not signing a two-year contract, Rico. I thought I’d made that clear. I changed it to twelve months.’

He didn’t say anything.

‘An oversight, no doubt.’

She wondered if he sensed her eye roll, because he suddenly chuckled and the sound filled her with warmth. ‘Believe it or not, it was an oversight. Even though I would like you to reconsider.’

And just like that she believed him. After all, she had an entire security company tramping through her house at this very moment to prove the man’s honour.

‘It’s just once I make a decision I like to get the ball rolling as soon as I can. I forgot to have that line changed.’

She reached out to trace the pattern on her teacup. ‘Why does this project mean so much to you?’ Why was this man so driven?

‘As soon as the café is up and running and I have the figures to prove its success, I can start canvassing for funds for additional cafés in other parts of the city.’

‘You want to run a chain of charity cafés?’

He blew out a breath. ‘Why not?’

She couldn’t think of a single reason. Except... ‘Don’t you ever stop for fun?’

He didn’t answer that, and she winced at how it must have sounded—like a come-on. Her nostrils flared. No personal questions! No curiosity! Curiosity was only one step away from interest, and she wasn’t interested. In any man. Full stop.

‘Are you busy today?’ The question shot out of him, as if on impulse, and suddenly she could imagine him without a tie. In fact...

She bared her teeth and cut off that line of thought.

‘I know you don’t officially start work until Monday, but I’d like to show you the premises we’ve organised and get your opinion on them.’

A tiny thread of excitement wormed its way through her—the first twinge of professional interest she’d felt since she’d been served with the papers informing her that Grandad’s will was being contested.

‘I’d really like that, Rico.’ It would be better than sitting around here, stewing about the will. ‘But the security company is here for another hour or so. At the moment I don’t feel comfortable letting someone else lock up for me.’

‘Of course not. And what about your car?’

‘The tyres are being replaced, quote, “sometime this morning”.’

‘But you’re free this afternoon?’

‘Free as a bird.’

‘Excellent. I can show you the café then, and maybe you could meet a couple of the trainees.’

Rico had certainly put together an interesting programme. ‘Where should I meet you?’

‘If you come to my office, say one-thirty, we can travel together.’

‘I’ll be there.’

‘And, Neen?’ he said, before she could ring off. ‘How did your dinner go last night? The one you were stressed about?’

Her stomach clenched and roiled, although it touched her that he’d remembered. Last night had been an unmitigated disaster and—

‘Neen?’

She shook herself and did what she could to inject humour into her voice. ‘Given the week I’ve had, it went exactly as expected.’

Utterly, utterly dreadfully.

‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ He was silent for several seconds. ‘Still, the week hasn’t been a complete loss. Don’t forget you did score an interesting job.’

Her lips lifted. ‘There is that,’ she agreed, before they rang off.

An ‘interesting job’, huh?

She sighed and poured herself another cup of tea. Time would tell, and even if it did prove true it didn’t make up for not being able to follow her heart’s desire and open her own café.

You didn’t apply for the job as consolation. You applied to stop yourself from moping and twiddling your fingers.

She pressed her hands together tightly. Hopefully soon enough she could put all her dreams into action. She stared up at the sky. ‘Fingers crossed, Grandad,’ she whispered.

* * *

‘We’ve been given these premises on a two-year lease for practically peanuts,’ Rico said as he unlocked the door to the Battery Point property.

‘How on earth did you manage that here?’ Neen breathed. ‘It’s almost waterfront, and just a couple of streets away from Salamanca Markets.’ She glanced up and down the street. ‘The rents around here are outrageous!’ She knew because she’d checked.

Rico just shrugged.

The man was a miracle worker. ‘You called in a favour, right?’ If he weren’t careful, he’d run out of those.

‘The owner of this property is the manager of a local dairy farm. I’ve promised him a lot of advertising—on the flyers announcing the café’s opening as well as on the menus.’

‘Good PR.’

Rico switched on the lights. ‘That’s what he thought.’

Neen took in the size of the generous front room, with its two lovely bay windows overlooking the street. It was a pity it didn’t have water views, although she supposed if it had he could have kissed his cheap rent goodbye.

‘Obviously I said we’d do whatever maintenance was necessary.’

There was certainly a lot of cleaning up to do.

‘What do you think?’

‘I think we can make this look charming. All it needs is a lick of paint and some elbow grease.’ She stepped back. ‘It looks as if we could seat sixty in here comfortably.’

‘That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Come and check out the kitchen.’

She trailed a hand across the wooden counter and display case that ran the length of the back wall. She could imagine it polished and gleaming, housing a vast array of cakes and slices to tempt and delight. A smile built inside her. That cabinet was perfect. She couldn’t have chosen better for her dream café, and—

She straightened, shook herself and followed Rico through to the kitchen.

It was smaller than she’d hoped. ‘Have you had an occupational health and safety check completed yet?’

‘Not yet, why?’ he barked, spinning around. ‘Do you see any potential problems?’

She pointed. ‘Exposed wiring there, there and there...and that power point looks like a fire hazard.’

He swore.

‘I’m not feeling particularly confident about the safety of that ceiling fan either.’

He glared at the ceiling.

‘Still, the ovens look as if they’ll be okay once they’re cleaned up.’ She opened a cupboard door and grimaced as a cockroach scuttled away. ‘It’s far too dark in here, and that’s going to be a real issue. We’ll need strip lighting all the way along here. We need to see properly. I can’t risk anyone’s safety around hot stoves and sharp knives. I wouldn’t risk fully-trained, experienced staff, let alone novices.’