Lessons Learned

tour. She told herself now if she had to choose between some silly fantasies and honest fatigue, she’d take the fatigue.
    Stifling another yawn, Juliet checked her watch. Liz had her arm tucked through Carlo’s and looked as though she’d keep it there unless someone pried her loose. With a sigh, Juliet decided she’d have to be the crowbar.
    “Ms. Marks, it was a wonderful show.” As she crossed over, Juliet deliberately held out her hand. With obvious reluctance, Liz disengaged herself from Carlo and accepted it.
    “Thank you, Miss…”
    “Trent,” Juliet supplied without a waver.
    “Juliet is my publicist,” Carlo told Liz, though the two women had been introduced less than an hour earlier. “She guards my schedule.”
    “Yes, and I’m afraid I’ll have to rush Mr. Franconi along. He has a radio spot in a half-hour.”
    “If you must.” Juliet was easily dismissed as Liz turned backto Carlo. “You have a delightful way of starting the morning. A pity you won’t be in town longer.”
    “A pity,” Carlo agreed and kissed Liz’s fingers. Like an old movie, Juliet thought impatiently. All they needed were violins.
    “Thank you again, Ms. Marks.” Juliet used her most diplomatic smile as she took Carlo’s arm and began to lead him out of the studio. After all, she’d very likely need Liz Marks again. “We’re in a bit of a hurry,” she muttered as they worked their way back to the reception area. The taping was over and she had other fish to fry. “This radio show’s one of the top-rated in the city. Since it leans heavily on top forties and classic rock, its audience, at this time of day, falls mainly in the eighteen to thirty-five range. Excellent buying power. That gives us a nice mix with the audience from this morning’s show which is generally in the twenty-five to fifty, primarily female category.”
    Listening with all apparent respect, Carlo reached the waiting limo first and opened the door himself. “You consider this important?”
    “Of course.” Because she was distracted by what she thought was a foolish question, Juliet climbed into the limo ahead of him. “We’ve a solid schedule in L.A.” And she didn’t see the point in mentioning there were some cities on the tour where they wouldn’t be quite so busy. “A morning talk show with a good reputation, a popular radio show, two print interviews, two quick spots on the evening news and the Simpson Show. ” She said the last with a hint of relish. The Simpson Show offset what she was doing to the budget with limos.
    “So you’re pleased.”
    “Yes, of course.” Digging into her briefcase, she took out her folder to recheck the name of her contact at the radio station.
    “Then why do you look so annoyed?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “You get a line right…here,” he said as he ran a fingertip between her eyebrows. At the touch, Juliet jerked back before she could stop herself. Carlo only cocked his head, watching her. “You may smile and speak in a quiet, polite voice, but that line gives you away.”
    “I was very pleased with the taping,” she said again.
    “But?”
    All right, she thought, he was asking for it. “Perhaps it annoys me to see a woman making a fool of herself.” Juliet stuffed the folder back into her briefcase. “Liz Marks is married, you know.”
    “Wedding rings are things I try to be immediately aware of,” he said with a shrug. “Your instructions were to be charming, weren’t they?”
    “Perhaps charm has a different meaning in Italy.”
    “As I said, you must come to Rome.”
    “I suppose you enjoy having women drooling all over you.”
    He smiled at her, easy, attractive, innocent. “But of course.”
    A gurgle of laughter bubbled in her throat but she swallowed it. She wouldn’t be charmed. “You’ll have to deal with some men on this tour as well.”
    “I promise not to kiss Simpson’s fingers.”
    This time the laughter escaped. For a moment, she relaxed with it, let it come. Carlo saw, too briefly, the youth and energy beneath the discipline. He’d like to have kept her like thatlonger—laughing, at ease with him, and with herself. It would be a challenge, he mused, to find the right sequence of buttons to push to bring laughter to her eyes more often. He liked challenges—particularly when there was a woman connected to them.
    “Juliet.” Her name flowed off his tongue in a way only the European male had mastered. “You