Kate was just doing her job. She not only wanted to write the story, she desperately needed to write it. How dare Vittorio try to interfere! Did he think his wealth and success gave him the right to ridicule her work and the magazine she wrote for? "What a pity you won't be around to see the fireworks," he said. "They'd be something else you could write about in that pathetic little rag of yours." Well, she'd show him. Kate certainly didn't intend to let some pigheaded superior macho male tell her what she could and could not do! Not even if he was the same man who sent her pulses racing...