He was going to stay here while he persuaded Gia he loved her, no matter how long it took. Deals didn’t matter. Gia did. He’d given her a week to calm down and in that week Nic had realized how much he loved her and he wanted her in his life. His heart ached from the emptiness of not being around her. If she loved him back even a fraction as much as he loved her, he was prepared to take on the risk of a relationship. Now he could understand his father. Having loved and lost his wife was better than living an empty life filled with business and never having loved at all. But the cold hatred in Gia’s eyes when she had told him she never wanted to see him again wouldn’t leave him. He’d lain awake for nights and her face was imprinted on his mind. I must see her. He had to convince her. Nic couldn’t stand to think that she thought so little of herself and by trying to help her he had destroyed her passion—her belief in herself and in her art. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
