‘Wow!’ said his sister softly, and handed him the sleeping baby. Luca raised his eyebrows sardonically as his hands tightened automatically around the warm little bundle. ‘What’s this?’ he questioned drily. ‘Aversion therapy?’ ‘Nonsense! You are brilliant with your nephew—you always have been. You’re a natural with babies, Luca.’ The baby stirred and sighed and Luca glanced down at him, his hard, handsome features softening. ‘Just that it seems I won’t get much practice with my own.’ ‘Oh, Luca—for heaven’s sake! It isn’t like you to be such a defeatist!’ ‘I am not being defeatist, Sophia!’ he snapped, but the baby made a squeak of protest, so he lowered his voice. ‘I am merely being practical. She lives in England and I live in Rome—and we are not together. The facts speak for themselves.’ ‘Well, why don’t you be together?’ demanded his sister. ‘For heaven’s sake, Luca, you can’t spend your whole life as a commitment-phobe, searching for the impossibly perfect woman.
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