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nodding apologetically to a still gaping Lisa. “May I sit down?” He indicated toward the sofa Theresa was occupying.
    “Yes, of course,” Lisa nodded graciously.
    “ No !” Both Rick and Theresa all-but yelled at the same time as Lisa. Sandro smiled humourlessly before choosing to ignore their vehement rejections and sitting down beside Theresa. She shied as far away from him as she could but Sandro chose to ignore that too. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his spread thighs with his large, masculine hands dangling down between his legs. He focused intently on Lisa.
    “How have you been, Elisa?” He asked gently. He was the only one who ever called Lisa by her full name and Theresa could sense Rick bristling.
    “Fine thanks,” Lisa murmured, rubbing her hands over her stomach in an instinctively maternal gesture. “A little tired but I suppose that it’s to be expected when you’re lugging another human being around.” Sandro grinned, he actually grinned , at that and nodded.
    “Indeed.”
    “Rick, for God’s sake, stop hovering and sit down,” Lisa snapped up at her still-glowering husband. “I would like to finish watching this movie sometime in this year! We’re having lunch afterwards, Alessandro, I hope you don’t mind?”
    “Of course not,” he said smoothly, leaning back and making Theresa feel incredibly claustrophobic as he crowded her with his large body. “What are we watching?” Lisa told him and Sandro did an admirable job of concealing his grimace. Lisa barely contained her own grin before hitting the play button. Rick rejoined her on the sofa, sending periodic glares over at Sandro, who kept his eyes glued on the screen and looked unfairly relaxed.
    Lisa dropped her head onto her husband’s broad shoulder and resumed her occasional sniffling and Rick, unable to remain furious for long with his wife draped across him dragged Lisa close again and snuggled her up against him. His fingers interlaced with the hand she had resting on her stomach and Theresa felt like she was the only sane person in the room. Sandro was sprawled out beside her, his shoulders and thighs brushed against her every time he breathed, the other couple was snuggled together like a couple of lovebirds and she, Theresa, felt like she was losing her mind !
    She got up abruptly and left the room, heading blindly toward the kitchen, where she stood in the middle of the room taking in great gasps of air. She should have known that he would follow her even there because when she turned back toward the kitchen door, there he was, watching her and a looking splendid in his own version of casual wear; a pair of faded blue jeans and a black dress shirt with the top button open to reveal the strong, masculine column of his neck.
    “ Why did you come here?” She asked on a whisper.
    “I thought that we should spend some time together,” he said with a gentleness that Theresa instinctively mistrusted.
    “But I told you… I don’t want to spend time with you,” she said in a soft, bewildered voice. “I don’t want to be anywhere near you!”
    “Theresa…” he said, still in that same gentle voice, taking a cautious step into the room and Theresa backed up until she hit the fridge.
    “The one place I had… the one place I could come and be myself ,” she shook her head, her eyes were wide and shimmering with tears. “And you had to take that from me too…” the tears overflowed and she desperately tried to blot them from her cheeks with the hem of her t-shirt. He made a soft almost dismayed sound in his throat before moving so quickly that she barely had time to register it. One second he was still close to the kitchen entrance and the next he was right in front of her, sandwiching her between his body and the fridge. His large hands reached up to cup her face and his thumbs brushed roughly at the tears on her cheeks.
    “ Don’t ,” his voice was low and gravelly and so thick that she could barely