The Gold Collection: Taming The Argentinian. Susan Stephens

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      Keen to inspect the vines, he urged the horse forward. Under his rule order had been restored and another considerable asset added to the Acosta family fortune.

      The sun on his back after the chill of London was an almost sensual pleasure, and he couldn’t have been in a better mood. Until he saw the dog. Unleashed and unattended, a big yellow mutt was relieving himself on his vines. And then a flash of movement drew his attention to the riverbank. Filled with fury at this unauthorised intrusion, he kicked the horse into a gallop, closing the distance at brutal speed.

      ‘This is private land!’ he roared, drawing the stallion to a skidding halt.

      Grace hugged herself in terror. That voice, the raging hooves—this was everything she had been dreading and more.

      And everything she had hoped for, Grace’s inner voice insisted.

      Had dreaded, Grace argued firmly. She had planned to have a businesslike first meeting with Nacho, in the calm surroundings of his office—not the furious drum of steel-shod hooves crashing to a halt only inches away. His horse’s hot breath was on her face, and she could feel Nacho glaring down at her. Being this close to him slammed into her senses and memories flooded back, colouring in the void behind her eyes. Nacho was bigger, stronger, darker—more intimidating than any man she had ever known before.

      So had she wilfully courted danger? Hadn’t Nacho’s housekeeper warned her that the master might be back home soon? Hadn’t she mentioned that he always liked to ride along the riverbank when he came home?

      Nacho wheeled his snorting stallion to a halt within a few inches of the girl’s back. She didn’t flinch, as he had expected. She didn’t move at all. She kept her back to him and ignored him. Her dog showed more sense, sinking to its belly and baring its teeth.

      ‘This is a private land,’ he repeated harshly, ‘And you are trespassing.’

      ‘I heard you, Nacho.’

       Dios! Dear God! No!

      As the girl turned around, shocked curses without number or form flooded his head. When he saw who it was … when he saw her unfocused eyes … he knew her.

      Of course he knew her. But not like this.

      ‘Grace?’ he demanded.

      ‘Of course it’s Grace,’ she said—with false bravado, he suspected, noticing how she quivered with apprehension like a doe at bay. ‘Didn’t Elias e-mail ahead to warn you I was coming?’

      ‘My PA said something about his replacement.’ His brain was racing to find the right words to say. There were none, he concluded. He was angry at this obvious deception by Elias, but he was shattered at seeing Grace like this.

      ‘And you can’t believe I’m that replacement?’ she said. ‘Is that it?’

      ‘How can you be,’ he demanded, ‘when Elias is the best in his field?’

      She fell silent and he took a better look at her. It felt strange to be staring at someone who couldn’t see—as if he were taking advantage of her, almost. But apart from the vague, unfocused eyes Grace hadn’t changed that much at all.

      He didn’t need this sort of distraction in his life. He had marked Grace out as interesting at Lucia’s wedding, only to find her disappointingly immature and naïve.

      ‘I’m sorry to disappoint you,’ she said, crashing into his thoughts. ‘I felt sure that Elias would have mentioned that I work for him when you came to see him in London.’

      ‘The subject never came up,’ he said brusquely. ‘Why would it?’

      ‘Well, please don’t be angry with Elias. He trained me well, and he has every reason to trust my judgement.’

      ‘And you expect me to?’ Nacho cut in with scorn.

      His horse had started stamping its hooves on the ground, as if the big beast had had enough of her too. She could smell it and feel its hot breath. She could hear the creak of leather and the chink of its bridle as it danced impatiently within inches of her toes.

      ‘I can’t believe Elias would send a young girl in his place when I was expecting a master vintner,’ Nacho said from somewhere way above her.

      ‘And you’re wondering what I can possibly know about fine wine?’ she said, determined to keep her voice steady.

      ‘I’m wondering what you’re doing here at all. Did you learn about wine at the club?’ he suggested scornfully.

      The wine they had served there, by Elias’s own admission, had been his cheapest brand, Grace remembered.

      ‘There’s definitely been some mistake,’ Nacho insisted.

      ‘There’s no mistake,’ Grace insisted, growing angry. ‘I can assure you I’ve been very well trained.’

      Nacho laughed. ‘So has my horse.’

      She looked as if she’d like to unseat him, her jaw fixed and her hands balled into fists. She was angry. So what? But what should have been a simple solution—send Grace home on the next flight—was immeasurably changed by the fact that she was blind. And she was his sister’s best friend. How could he rage against a girl scrabbling around on the ground searching for her dog’s harness?

      ‘It’s over there—to your left,’ he said impatiently.

      Dios! What had he said now? Grace couldn’t see anything to her left or her right.

      ‘Thank you, but Buddy will find it for me,’ she snapped, still angry with him.

      Sure enough, the big dog put the harness in her hand.

      The last time Nacho had seen Grace had been at Lucia’s wedding, where he’d felt a connection between them he couldn’t explain. Wanting to pursue it, he’d found her as nervous as a fawn. Perhaps she had sensed something of the darkness about him? he’d thought at the time. She had certainly changed since then—because she’d had to, he realised. There was a resolve about Grace now that piqued his interest all over again.

      ‘I realise that my coming here must be a shock for you, Nacho,’ she said. She deftly fastened the harness while the big dog stood obediently still.

      ‘Somewhat,’ he conceded, with massive understatement. ‘What happened to you, Grace?’

      ‘A virus,’ she said with a shrug.

      However casually she might treat it, he felt angry for her. ‘How long do you plan to stay?’ Before she had a chance to answer he gave his own reading of the situation. ‘I expect you’ll take a few notes, have a look around, and then report back to Elias. Shouldn’t take long—say, a day?’

      ‘A day?’ she exclaimed. ‘I’ll need to do more than take a few notes!’

      In spite of his outrage at the trick Elias had played on him, his overriding feeling was of dismay when Grace turned СКАЧАТЬ