In the Brazilian's Debt(42)

                ‘So, you did...’

                ‘Yes.’

                ‘And it was amazing. Don’t tell me. I really don’t want to know. But you did talk about the past and get that sorted out?’

                Danny knew how many questions remained unanswered. At a guess, the whole village of Rottingdean knew about that. ‘No. We didn’t talk,’ Lizzie admitted.

                ‘But you will?’

                ‘I’m not sure,’ she said honestly.

                Thankfully, Danny knew when to leave things alone. They had been confidantes for ever, or so it seemed to Lizzie, but there were some things she couldn’t share, not even with Danny, and Danny respected that. Lizzie doubted she would ever tell anyone that she had made love to Chico Fernandez, while he had had sex with her. That wasn’t something you lightly shared around. ‘You don’t mind if we don’t talk about it, do you?’

                Danny stared at her for a moment, and then gave her a hug.





                                      CHAPTER NINE

                HE HAD NEVER had sex with one of                     his students. He liked to think he had more sense. Lizzie had scotched that                     idea. He didn’t have any sense where she was concerned, but then he didn’t have                     sex with anyone who blew his mind like Lizzie Fane.

                Of all people, Lizzie?

                Why not Lizzie? They’d been close when she had been too young                     to touch, and now that attraction had exploded into something so much more.

                So this isn’t revenge?

                Revenge? He certainly had enough reason to revenge himself on                     the family that had almost ruined his career before it began. If Eduardo had                     been a different person, Chico would have been out on his ear. But like him,                     Eduardo cared nothing for prestige and the influence of the so-called                     aristocracy, and everything for truth and straight dealing. And he had believed                     in Chico, taking his word above that of strangers.

                And if this were revenge, why Lizzie?

                As an angry youth he’d thought any member of the Fane family                     fair game after what they’d almost cost him. But now the only answer he could                     come up with was that he cared about Lizzie. He’d been incapable of feeling for                     so long, this truly was a revelation to him.

                Forget the past—he’d just noticed Tiago peeling away from the                     pack of players. The music had picked up pace, and everyone was dancing. The                     moon was out, the stars were bright, and the spirit of South America had                     infected all the party-goers, and Lizzie was talking to Tiago. Damn!                     She was dancing with him! Excusing himself from the group he was talking to, he                     muscled his way through the crowd and homed in on his target. ‘Do you mind if I                     cut in?’