A D'Angelo Like No Other by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online Page A

Those violet-coloured eyes snapped with temper. ‘Which you probably don’t,’ she added scathingly as he continued to look at her coolly. ‘I have the distinct impression you don’t care for anyone else’s opinion but your own!’
    ‘I don’t believe resorting to insults to be in the least constructive to this situation, Miss Foster,’ he bit out icily.
    ‘It’s making me feel better,’ Eva came back tartly.
    Michael D’Angelo raised dark brows. ‘And why is that?’
    Why was that? Because the power this man exuded unnerved her. Just as his dark and charismatic good looks unsettled her. Worst of all, she found her physical reaction to him deeply disturbing.
    And Eva didn’t want to be unnerved, unsettled, or disturbed. She had realised, after this single meeting with Michael D’Angelo, that she would need to keep all of her wits about her when dealing with any of the D’Angelo family.
    ‘You threatened me a few minutes ago,’ she reminded tautly.
    ‘I asked that you remain in Paris until Rafe returns.’
    ‘As I remember it you didn’t ask, you ordered,’ Eva corrected dryly. ‘And exactly where in the world is your brother Rafe that you can’t just pick up a mobile phone and speak to him right here and right now?’
    Michael D’Angelo sighed, his expression grim. ‘It isn’t the where he is, it’s the why.’
    ‘Why what?’ Eva was completely puzzled by Michael D’Angelo’s evasive behaviour; he didn’t seem like the sort of man who would feel the need to avoid any situation.
    ‘Why I consider Rafe to be currently unreachable as well as unavailable,’ he revealed tightly.
    ‘And are you going to tell me what that “why” is...?’
    ‘It would seem I have little choice in the matter, when you could pick up any newspaper or simply go online and find out for yourself!’ he bit out with exasperated impatience.
    ‘You’re starting to alarm me...’ Eva frowned uncertainly.
    ‘That wasn’t my intention.’ Michael sighed his frustration with this situation.
    His day had started out like any other, the alarm going off at seven o’clock, allowing him time to shower and dress before leaving his apartment to walk to his favourite coffee shop, to sit down at his usual table and enjoy two cups of their strong coffee with delicious buttery croissants, before then strolling further along the street at eight-thirty to enter Archangel, and begin his day’s work.
    At no time in the past four hours had Michael had so much as a single indication that his day, his week—his year!—was going to be shot down in flames by a tiny violet-eyed firebrand and her baby niece and nephew!
    But it had been, it still was, and would continue to be so until so he had a chance to speak with Rafe, so for the moment he had no choice but to deal with this situation as best he could...
    Eva felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach as Michael D’Angelo lifted his arrogantly chiselled chin to look at her with those glittering onyx-black eyes, telling Eva that whatever he was about to say to her she wasn’t going to like it!
    His jaw tightened. ‘Rafe was married two days ago and is currently away on his honeymoon.’
    Eva felt herself pale even as she reached out to grasp the back of one of the leather armchairs in an effort to stop herself from collapsing completely, her knees having gone weak, a loud buzzing sound inside her head.
    ‘Here, sit down in this chair!’
    Eva barely heard Michael D’Angelo’s rasped instruction over the increased buzzing inside her head, offering no resistance as he took a light grasp of her arm to ease her down into one of the leather armchairs before straightening to step back and away from her, seeming to realise that she needed time and space in which to deal with her turmoil of thoughts.
    Not that any amount of time or space was going to make this situation seem less disastrous!
    Rafe D’Angelo was now married.
    Worse than that, he had only been married for two