Dreaming Of... Brazil. Оливия Гейтс

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      He relaxed as he came closer to the stables, where he would be as happy chatting to a horse as making small talk in the ballroom. The courtyard in front of the block was dimly lit, in contrast to the chandeliers set party-bright inside the grand old house.

      He was halfway across the yard when the door to the stable block burst open and a small female, dressed in some flouncy creation, tumbled out.

      ‘What the—?’

      Instead of reacting graciously as he ran to save her she screamed some obscenity at him and, grabbing hold of his lapels, roared at him like a tigress before angrily attempting to thrust him away. When this failed to make any impact she stepped back and, holding herself defensively, glared at him through furious eyes.

      For a moment he didn’t recognise her, but then...

       ‘Danny?’

      He knew the girl. She was the bride’s best friend, and a bridesmaid at the wedding. He’d first met her at Chico’s ranch in Brazil, where both the bride—Lizzie—and Danny had been studying horse-training under the heel of an acknowledged master of terrorising students: his friend and teammate Chico Fernandez.

      ‘What has happened here?’ he demanded as she continued to glare at him. She was panting as if she’d run a mile. Then he saw her face was badly bruised. ‘Deus, Danny!’

      Moving past her, he stared into the darkened stable block. Nothing seemed to be out of place, so he turned back to her.

      ‘Danny, it’s Tiago from Brazil. Don’t you recognise me? You’re safe now.’

      Battered and bruised she might be, but her eyes blazed at this last comment.

      ‘Safe with you?’ she derided.

      Fair enough. If she believed his press, she probably should run for her life.

      But she didn’t run. Danny stayed to confront him. She’d always had guts, he remembered, and had never been afraid to take him on when they’d met at Chico’s ranch. But what had happened here?

      ‘Why are you out here on your own?’ And where the hell was Security? he wondered, glancing around.

      ‘What’s it to you?’ As she spoke she touched the red bruise on her cheek.

      ‘Quiet, chica... You need help with this.’

      ‘From you?’ she demanded. And then she shrieked. ‘Watch out!’ and, giving him one hell of a push, she alerted him to the shadowy form looming behind them.

      Shielding her with his body, he countered the attack and knocked the man out cold.

       Carlos Pintos!

      He loathed the man. Pintos gave polo a bad name. A cheat on the field of play, as well as in life, he was also Danny’s ex—who had brutalised her, by all accounts, he remembered now. Toeing the inert figure with the tip of his boot, he reassured himself that Pintos wasn’t going anywhere before calling Chico on his phone.

      A few terse words later, he turned back to Danny.

      ‘Don’t,’ she said, holding up her hands as if to ward him off.

      They’d had many a run-in during Danny’s time in Brazil, but theirs had always been a good-natured battleground, where he teased and she flirted. It had never gone any further than that.

      ‘Thank you would suffice,’ he commented mildly. ‘And please let me assure you that I have absolutely no intention of touching you.’

      He was assessing her injuries as he spoke. Judging them superficial, he considered the subject closed—though the police would have to be alerted, and he would wait until he was sure Pintos was safely under lock and key.

      ‘Thank you,’ Danny muttered, frowning as she stared up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

      Straightening his suit jacket, he brushed his hair back and then asked bluntly, ‘Did he touch you?’

      ‘What do you think?’

      ‘I can see the obvious bruises, but I think you know what I mean.’

      Grimly, she shook her head. ‘He didn’t do what you’re thinking. You men all think the same.’

      She was upset, but he wouldn’t stand for that. ‘Don’t tar me with the same brush as Pintos. And you still haven’t told me why you’re out here on your own.’

      ‘I was in the stable block checking out the horses,’ she explained grudgingly.

      He didn’t believe her for a minute. Chico had staff to do that, and even Danny wasn’t so closely welded to her job.

      ‘I’ve lived here all my life,’ she murmured, ‘and I’ve always felt safe here. Nothing like this has ever happened before. And if you must know,’ she added, flashing a glance up at him, ‘I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think...away from the noise of the party.’

      ‘I can understand you wanting some quiet time,’ he agreed—he’d felt the same. ‘But times change, Danny.’

      ‘Yes,’ she said ruefully. ‘Everything changes. But I’m still here.’

      He guessed she would miss her friend Lizzie now she had married Chico, and perhaps Danny’s scholarship to train horses in Brazil hadn’t been the golden ticket she’d hoped for. ‘It takes time to establish a career—especially a career with horses.’

      ‘And money,’ she said. ‘Lots of money that I just don’t have. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that I can’t have everything in life.’

      ‘You’re wrong. Look at me.’

      She smiled at his arrogance, but he knew that self-confidence was the first step towards building any successful career. If he hadn’t believed in himself, who would have?

      ‘It’s possible for you to do this too,’ he said, and when she started to argue, he added, ‘I admit I was in the right place at the right time, but I worked all the hours under the sun for that luck—as you do. I always had a vision of what my future would hold. You have the same. So go for it, Danny,’ he advised. ‘Don’t hold back.’

      If there was one thing he couldn’t tolerate it was bullies, and he hated seeing what Pintos had done to this woman—stripping away Danny’s spirit and leaving only the doubt underneath. He found himself willing his strength into her.

      He’d never been in this position with a woman before; communicating with women on a serious level had never been necessary. His life was full of women, and he had never wanted this type of interaction with one of them. But to keep Danny steady after her ordeal, he continued on with his theme.

      ‘When we first met on Chico’s ranch in Brazil you wanted your own horse-training establishment. Am I right?’

      ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but she was shaking her head. ‘I was idealistic then. I hadn’t thought through all the pitfalls ahead of me.’

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