‘What’s your brother like?’
His thumb found the heel of her hand and began to massage it. ‘He’s strong. Determined. Focused.’
‘Like you, then.’
He smiled a half-smile. ‘I’m not sure he would agree with you on that.’
‘Why?’
‘He doesn’t say it upfront, but he thinks I’m chasing a dream that will only disappoint in the end.’
‘The Championship?’
He met her gaze again. ‘Winning is everything to me. It’s always been my main motivation. Being the best.’
‘I guess what your brother’s saying is one day someone will come along who’s better than you,’ Daisy said. ‘You can’t win for ever.’
His gaze went to her mouth. ‘No, but I like to think I’ll know when it’s time to hang up my hat.’
‘You mean go out on a high?’
His eyes searched hers for a long moment. ‘Did you always want to be a teacher?’
Daisy grinned. ‘Always. I used to line up my dolls when I was about three or so and play schools with them for hours.’
There was a serious light in his gaze. ‘Did you have a happy childhood?’
Her smile faded as she thought about her mother’s restlessness and her father’s controlling ways. ‘In the early days, but then my mum’s accident changed everything. She died when I was ten. A car ran into her as she was coming home from bridge club. My father was always a bit of a control freak but after that he was unbelievable. I couldn’t go anywhere without a nanny or babysitter. I had heaps of them over the years. Dad would always upset them over something and they’d storm out in tears. Fear does terrible things to people, doesn’t it?’
He gave her hand an absent squeeze. ‘Yes, indeed it does.’
Daisy glanced out of the window as her hotel came into view. ‘Oh, look. The girls are waiting for me outside. I texted them while I was waiting for the elevator.’
‘What did you tell them?’
She gave them a mad wave. ‘The truth.’
‘Which version?’ His tone was dry. ‘I’m having a little trouble keeping up.’
Daisy looked at him again. ‘Oh, they know I’m not really in love with you. That would be taking things to ridiculous extremes.’
His expression was deadpan. ‘Quite.’
‘But they’re the ones—Belinda in particular—who encouraged me to put myself out there and find myself a holiday romance.’ She grinned at him. ‘How lucky am I? I asked for four days and you’re giving me four weeks. Cool, huh?’
His smile looked a little tight. ‘Way cool.’
* * *
Luiz stood back as Daisy was reunited with her friends. There was a group hug and lots of excited chatter and a few sideways glances in his direction and some nudging and winking. He took it in good spirit because he wasn’t going to risk his sponsorship deal before it even got off the ground. Once it was done and dusted he could distance himself from the engaging Miss Daisy before she drove him crazy. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her. Now he had four weeks with her. Four weeks! He had trouble being celibate for four hours, let alone four weeks. Once they parted in Vegas he would keep things to a minimum. He could take her out to dinner in London but he wouldn’t stay with her or have her stay with him. That would be testing his resolve a little too far. If he kept their dates public he would be home free.