A Taste of the Untamed. Susan Stephens

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СКАЧАТЬ towards the mountains, he searched for distraction. The Andes were always a glorious sight—a towering reminder of the majesty of the land entrusted to him. It was a trust that even the most bitter of memories couldn’t alter. The rugged peaks sheltered his vines from the worst of the weather, while the glacier-melt flowing down the slopes of those peaks sweetened the glistening purple grapes.

       And Grace could see none of it …

      Meeting a beautiful young woman in the first flush of her beauty and wanting her, and then barely two years later seeing her like this, was a stinging reminder that nothing in life remained the same.

      ‘Your housekeeper mentioned you had business in South Africa?’ Grace said, obviously in an attempt to get the conversation going again.

      ‘I was there on business,’ he said curtly.

      No wonder Nacho had a reputation for being the most difficult of the Acosta brothers. But Grace thought she could see a reason for it. As the oldest child, responsible for his siblings, Nacho hadn’t had much time for himself. Even on the polo field he was the leader of the pack, with all the responsibility that involved.

      She tried again. ‘I hope my using your family jet didn’t leave you slumming it on a scheduled flight?’

      ‘I’m not that precious, Grace.’

      As she laughed Grace turned her head in the direction of his voice. Another solid blow to the gut hit him when he saw that gaze, so lovely, yet so misty and unfocused, miss his face. He stamped on the feeling it gave him. Grace was his responsibility only while she was here. Once she was gone that was an end of it—and she wouldn’t thank him for his pity.

      ‘Are you still there?’ she called out.

      ‘Battling to keep up,’ he mocked, riding with the reins hanging loose. He had kicked his feet out of the stirrups some way back.

      ‘You’re very quiet,’ she said, marching on.

      ‘You’ll know when I’ve got something to say.’ He stared at her back—the upright stance, the pitch of her head, chin lifted. He couldn’t get over how confident she had become.

      Because she’d had to.

      ‘Just let me know if I’m going too fast for you,’ she mocked.

      She made it hard for him to remain angry for long. In fact she reminded him in some ways of his sister, Lucia. Lucia was always pushing the boundaries, always testing him, and he could see now why the two girls were such good friends.

      ‘I can see you have picked up some very bad habits from Lucia. And as you’re not my sister, and merely work for me—’

      ‘With you,’ she flashed.

      ‘As you’re not my sister,’ he repeated patiently, ‘your privileges do not extend to goading me while you’re here.’

      ‘So you have accepted that I am going to be here for a while?’

      ‘I didn’t say that.’

      ‘You didn’t have to.’

      This time when she turned her head in his direction he saw the smile hovering round her mouth. His gaze remained on her lips for quite some time.

      ‘Can I ask you something, Nacho?’ she said, turning back again.

      ‘Of course,’ he said, feeling the loss now he had to content himself with a view of the back of her head.

      ‘Will you give me a list of all the places that are out of bounds so I don’t make any more mistakes? In Braille, of course,’ she added, tongue in cheek.

      A muscle worked in his jaw. He wasn’t used to this sort of insubordination. Most people obeyed him gladly. ‘I’ll tell you what I’ll do,’ he said, realising that he was going to have to play Grace’s game for the short time she was here. ‘I’ll get a translator for you. Or you could learn my rules by rote, if you prefer.’

      ‘Are you smiling?’ she said. ‘I can’t tell.’

      No. He was learning fast and had kept his voice carefully neutral.

      ‘If this visit is going to be a success,’ she said, bearing out his theory, ‘we’ll both have to make adjustments—won’t we, Nacho?’

      ‘Will we?’ he said.

      The breeze was on Grace’s side. Catching hold of the hem of her flimsy summer dress, it flicked it, giving him a grandstand view of her smooth, tanned legs. Arousal fired inside him, but he instantly damped it down.

      ‘Do you remember when we first met in Cornwall?’ she said, pulling his attention back to her hips as she strode along. ‘You had just arrived for that polo match on the beach. You rolled down the window of that monster Jeep, and—’

      ‘And what, Grace?’ he pressed, seeing her cheeks had flushed bright red. A very masculine hunger filled him at the thought that she had wanted him back then.

      ‘I was just wondering if you remembered, that’s all,’ she said casually, closing the topic with a flick of her wrist.

      He remembered.

      When Grace fell silent it gave them both a chance to think back. She broke the silence first. ‘I could see you properly then.’

      Very cleverly, she gave him no clue as to whether that had been good or bad. ‘You’ll be pleased to know I haven’t changed—’

      ‘Hard luck,’ she flashed.

      How was it possible to ignore a woman like this? Or ignore the way she made him feel? No woman had made him laugh in what seemed like forever. He was glad the so-called appeal of the Acosta brothers was lost on Grace, and he would be happy if he never had to hear again in his life that he looked like his father. His gaze returned to Grace’s slender hips, swaying to a rhythm that was all her own. One thing was certain: if this banter between them was a ruse to keep his interest, she had succeeded where many had failed.

      ‘I was over-awed by you,’ she admitted.

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because you were so famous and seemed so aloof. And even compared to the other polo players you were huge—and so confident.’

      ‘And at the wedding?’

      ‘You frightened me half to death,’ she admitted bluntly.

      He laughed for the second time in who knew how many years. ‘So how do you feel about meeting me again, Grace?’

      ‘Well, at least I can’t see you this time,’ she said.

      Laughter was becoming a habit he would have to break if he was to retain his title as the hard man of the Acostas. ‘And does that help?’

      ‘It certainly does,’ she said.

      It was a good, brave answer, but he was suspicious and couldn’t resist asking, СКАЧАТЬ