He began to laugh, a robust, virile sound that was free from strain. He could be really attractive, she realised; a man, in contrast to his brother’s boyishness.

‘I see that Gino has been fooling himself,’ he said. ‘This isn’t the impression I got from him.’

There was a silence, during which they eyed each other. Alex smiled.

‘Signor Farnese, if you’re waiting for me to ask what he said about me, you’ll wait for ever.’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘You’re not interested in knowing?’

‘Let’s just say that I have exceptional self-control.’

He inclined his head in salute.

‘My compliments, signorina. You fight with courage and skill. Poor Gino. I’m afraid you’ll break his heart.’

‘I don’t think there’s any fear of that! He knew the nature of the duel. His heart isn’t involved any more than mine.’

‘Don’t be too sure of that. Gino is a man who gives his affections easily. In that, he is not like me, or you.’

‘You know nothing about me.’

‘Only what you’ve just told me, which is that you’re a woman who likes to be in control-’

‘Just like you.’

‘Just like me. Also like me, your head rules your heart. I respect that, but it makes me wary of you.’

‘You mean I’m not going to be the simple-minded walkover that you were expecting.’

‘I don’t think I would ever call you simple-minded,’ he said gravely. ‘May I buy you lunch?’

‘No, thank you. I’ve had a snack and it’s time for me to be going.’

‘Let me walk with you to your car.’

She led the short distance to where she had parked, and as soon as he saw her car he grimaced.

‘What’s wrong?’ she demanded.

‘I know this car. I know the firm you hired it from. Neither are reliable.’

As if to prove it, the car made forlorn choking noises and refused to budge.

‘Oh, great!’ she said, exasperated. ‘How do I start this?’