In the Brazilian's Debt(11)

                ‘I appreciate your honesty, Senhorita Fane.’

                She slanted him a thoughtful look and almost smiled again. ‘I guess Eduardo got lucky with you.’

                ‘There are many deserving children,’ he argued sharply as their hopeful faces flashed into his mind.

                Lizzie blushed bright red. ‘I realise that—I didn’t mean...I just meant—’

                ‘I know what you meant. You’re wondering how I can afford all this?’ Not by cheating like Lizzie’s parents, that was for sure.

                ‘No,’ she protested, and for the first time he thought he saw the real Lizzie, rather than the girl who was trying to please her boss. ‘It makes perfect sense to me. With your natural talent you were always bound to succeed.’

                ‘And you also realised that success such as mine pays well?’ he pressed, thinking of her mother and wondering if Lizzie had inherited any of Serena’s acquisitive traits.

                ‘Your financial success is well documented,’ she defended, her cheeks pinking up again beneath his suspicious stare.

                Was she after a slice of the pie? ‘Hard work and straight dealing is my only secret.’

                ‘And a sponsor like Eduardo,’ she suggested, that steel he’d seen before returning to her gaze.

                Even now, hearing Eduardo’s name coming from a member of the Fane family’s lips grated on him, though he had to admit that the fact Lizzie had no problem speaking up for herself was to her credit. Her parents had always delivered their barbs from a safe distance.

                ‘I’m in awe of the legacy Eduardo Delgardo left behind, and I don’t just mean his money,’ she explained. ‘He inspired so many people with his good works, including me.’

                Her steady gaze convinced him that in this, at least, Lizzie Fane was being totally honest.

                ‘I should go to supper now. My friend’s expecting me—’ She started to move past him.

                He wasn’t ready to let her go yet and stood in her way. ‘You bandaged him?’

                ‘Yes?’ Her concern was obvious.

                ‘Put your things down outside the stable, and come back in here.’ Her eyes widened. ‘Back in here,’ he repeated.

                He was already hunkering down to check the poultice when she returned to the stall. Apart from wanting to show Lizzie how her bandaging technique could be improved, and disregarding the obvious questions jostling in his mind, he was intrigued by this new Lizzie. Forget intrigue. He wanted her. In the past he had put her on a pedestal and wouldn’t have touched her. But now...





                                      CHAPTER THREE

                COULDN’T THIS WAIT? There were classes tomorrow. What did Chico really want? He was such a compelling presence he made her feel tongue-tied. Her lips felt wooden and when she tried to speak her voice sounded hoarse. Seeing him again after all these years had completely thrown her. Had she really thought she was ready for this? Just because Chico Fernandez had been the stuff of her fantasies throughout all her teenage years, didn’t mean she knew him. She was keenly aware that she didn’t know him, not now, which was why she felt so awkward around him—and nothing could dilute the impact of a man dressed in nothing more than a pair of banged-up jeans and a black top that showed off his impressive muscles, who had turned from an attractive youth into the hottest thing on two powerful male legs.