Her Amazing Boss!. Barbara McMahon

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      “Families are overrated.” The amusement vanished in an instant.

      She blinked. “If I hadn’t had my brother when my parents died, I don’t know what I’d have done. We don’t have any other family, just long-term family friends. Which in a way could be considered an extended family. You’re lucky, you still have both your parents and your brother.”

      He took another swallow from his can, then studied it a moment before looking at Amalia.

      “You were stuck raising a boy when your parents died. Where’s the luck in that? You’re still young. You should be out having fun. Doing a job you love instead of working for Vicente.”

      “How do you know I don’t like that job?”

      “You said you’d change it if you could.”

      “I love my brother. I told you, if not for him, I’d be alone in the world. Though I do hope to marry someday.”

      “Ah, the great panacea for life.”

      “What do you mean by that?” she asked curiously.

      He crushed the empty soda can and put it into the small trash bag. Looking around, he made sure things were going according to plan and then looked back at Amalia. She looked around, trying to see what he did. Should they go up some more? She opened the throttle and the jets roared. The balloon rose.

      He watched her, making her feel funny. When she felt the balloon move, she realized they’d risen into another current. The basket actually swayed a moment, and she fought to keep her balance. Fear flashed. She took a deep breath, reassured by Rafael’s casual pose. Once they stabilized, she grinned. She’d held her ground. Quite an accomplishment for her.

      “Don’t you believe in marriage?” she asked then.

      “It seems to be all right for some, but not all. Look at my parents—they married in the heat of passion when young. Once the passion faded, they didn’t even like each other much. Too bad they didn’t think of that before having two children.”

      “Yet you wouldn’t be here if they had,” she murmured.

      “Would the world be worse off because of that?” he asked.

      She was shocked. It was not something she had ever considered—whether the world was better off because she lived.

      “Maybe not, but you have the opportunity to do good.”

      “Oh, oh, Miss Crusader. Like what?”

      “If nothing else, you’ll donate a lot of money to a children’s charity. And I know your company gives to various organizations in Barcelona,” she ended triumphantly.

      “So how does my father benefit mankind?”

      She laughed. “I’m not saying everyone has to. Maybe his sole purpose was to produce you.”

      Rafael laughed at that. “Right. And my mother’s sole purpose? Besides seeing how many men she can marry before she’s too old to appeal to anyone.”

      “Oh, you are so cynical. Maybe she’s searching for happiness and doesn’t recognize it when she’s got it.”

      “Pop Psychology 101,” he retorted. “Maybe she’s just a wealthy, bored woman looking for thrills. I like mine on the mountain side.”

      “Or in a hot air balloon,” she answered.

      He inclined his head in agreement. “It’s a different kind of sport but satisfying all the same.”

      Rafael watched as Amalia assimilated his comments. He could tell she still had starry ideas about marriage, love and happy ever after. He wished her good luck with that. In his experience it was truly rare.

      Maybe that was the problem. His experiences were limited. If Amalia were anything to go by, he’d missed an entire category of women. She was unlike anyone he’d dated in the last ten years—maybe ever.

      Of course their circumstances were unlike any other. She didn’t want to be with him. Was it the novelty of that idea that intrigued him? He’d become accustomed to the attention of beautiful women. Was he jaded? It would be unreasonable to expect all women to fall over themselves for a chance to be with him.

      But it irked him that Amalia didn’t. He could offer her so much more than anything she’d had so far in life yet she remained aloof and distant. He didn’t understand her.

      “I feel sorry for you, Rafael,” she said slowly. Her eyes showed the sympathy.

      He felt a flash of surprise. “Why?”

      “Because you’re missing out on the best part of life. Finding someone to share your joys and sorrows and to go through life together. My parents loved each other very much and my mother once said she could put up with anything as long as she had my dad in her corner. Who do you have in your corner?”

      CHAPTER SIX

      “ANY one of a number of friends,” Rafael said calmly.

      But was it true? He had many business acquaintances, some casual friends to go to parties with or sail with. But except for Phillip Stanton and Marco Valdez from school days, he had a superficial relationship with most people. It had even been a number of months since he’d spoken to Phillip or Marco.

      Or his brother.

      For a moment he wondered what special tie connected Amalia and her brother. Banding together in the face of tragedy? Would he put his life on hold if Andreas needed him? Rafael liked to think so, but he began to wonder if Andreas would reciprocate.

      “Good for you,” she said, looking out at the other balloon. “How long before we stop again?”

      “Another two hours, I hope. The air is cooler today, meaning it’s easier for us to get lift with the hot air. As long as the propane lasts, we’re good to go.”

      She sighed.

      “Hey, this is a perfect chance to see Spain from the air. You’re missing a lot by not taking advantage.”

      “Like heart attack, nausea, fainting.”

      He laughed and crossed to her side. Taking her hand in his, he pulled her closer to the side. “I’ll hold on to you to keep you safe,” he said as he positioned her near the wicker, but not too close. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back against his chest, leaning over slightly to rest his chin on her shoulder. “Look at that. It’s hard to imagine all that open land when we live in such a crowded city.”

      Amalia slowly let her eyes drink in the view. It was breathtaking. Rafael had been right, it was lovely. Slowly she turned her head to see as much as she could. When she turned it the other way, she bumped into Rafael’s face. His cheek was warm. She could feel him smile.

      “Nice, huh?”

      What, the view?

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