The Helen Bianchin Collection. HELEN BIANCHIN

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СКАЧАТЬ She might not have won that round, but she hadn’t exactly lost.

      It was after five when she left the boutique, and she drove to the hospital, visited a slightly wan Cindy, then headed home.

      Miguel had showered and was in the process of dressing when Hannah entered the bedroom.

      His taut, steel-muscled body projected an enviable aura of power. A strength that was also of the mind and spirit, and she would have given anything to be able to go to him, have him enfold her close, and make the world go away.

      Well, maybe the world was asking too much. All she wanted was for Camille Dalfour to be gone.

      ‘Bad day?’

      She lifted her head and threw him a wry look as she shrugged out of her jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse. ‘Tomorrow has to be better.’

      He reached for his shirt and pulled it on. ‘Want to cancel out tonight?’

      What she wanted was to relax in the spa-bath for as long as it took for her tense muscles to unknot, then indulge in a long, sweet loving.

      ‘No. The movie received good reviews overseas,’ she said evenly.

      Miguel’s hands stilled at the faint catch in her voice, and he cast her a discerning look, saw the soft shadows beneath her eyes, cheeks that were devoid of colour, and he covered the distance between them in a few easy steps.

      He cupped her chin, lifting it so she had no recourse but to meet his gaze. ‘Something bothers you?’

      Yes, it bothers me like hell. ‘As I said,’ she prevaricated as both of his thumbs smoothed a soothing pattern along the edge of her jaw, ‘a bad day.’

      ‘Hannah.’ His voice was a silky drawl. ‘Don’t take me for a fool. Honesty, remember?’

      Well, this was it. There wasn’t going to be a better time. ‘Camille wants you.’

      His eyes darkened, although his expression didn’t change. ‘She has told you this?’ The query held an icy softness. ‘When?’

      She held his gaze without difficulty. ‘Yesterday, and today.’ She attempted a smile, and failed miserably. ‘You’re a marked man.’

      ‘Indeed?’ His voice was a cynical drawl.

      This time the smile was bright, too bright. ‘She’s convincing.’

      ‘I’m sure she is.’

      ‘I assured her I possess a few advantages.’ She lifted a hand and began counting off her fingers. ‘Minor things like a hefty inheritance, a convenient and compatible marriage. You.’ She cast him a measured look. ‘Did I get those in the right order?’

      His eyes darkened and became obsidian shards. ‘I could shake you.’

      ‘Please don’t,’ she protested slowly. ‘I might shatter.’

      Nevertheless he did, gently. ‘You sweet fool,’ he growled in husky chastisement. ‘I am not interested in extra-marital games.’ He traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, then released her. ‘Comprende?’

      ‘Words, Miguel?’ she queried with a hint of sadness. ‘Don’t insult me by uttering them meaninglessly.’

      ‘Why would I risk our marriage?’

      ‘Exactly.’ Something inside her died at the way he obviously regarded their alliance. ‘Why would you?’

      ‘Hannah.’ The silky warning was evident, but she chose to ignore it.

      ‘To Camille, you’re a challenge.’

      ‘Women of Camille’s ilk,’ Miguel evinced hardly, ‘are known to have their own agenda.’

      Hannah’s eyes sparked with blue fire. ‘Well, she can take her agenda and go shove it.’

      Amusement lifted the corners of his mouth, and his eyes assumed a humorous gleam. ‘At daggers drawn, querida?’

      ‘Yes.’

      His gaze narrowed slightly. ‘You’re not in her league.’

      ‘I hope that’s a compliment?’

      ‘Without doubt.’ He leant down and brushed his lips to her temple. ‘Go have your shower.’

      Hannah caught up fresh underwear, a wrap, and entered the en suite, emerging fifteen minutes later to discover Miguel had already gone downstairs.

      She pulled on smart jeans and a rib-knit top, twisted her hair into a knot on top of her head, then she joined Miguel in the dining room.

      Sofia had excelled herself with the meal, and an accompanying light white wine provided a relaxing effect.

      It took only minutes to clear the table and stack the dishwasher before returning upstairs to change.

      Hannah selected an evening trouser suit in brilliant sapphire, brushed her hair loose, and tended to her make-up before adding a knee-length sheer silk evening jacket patterned in green and blue peacock hues. A beaded evening purse completed the outfit.

      ‘Exquisita,’ Miguel complimented, and she gave him an impish smile.

      ‘Gracias, hombre.’ She cast his tall frame a considering look, deliberately noting the splendid dark evening suit, the snowy white cotton shirt, the neat black bow tie. ‘Not bad.’ A mischievous smile curved her generous mouth. ‘I guess you’ll do.’

      ‘Indeed?’ He took in her finely boned features, the petite stature that never failed to stir in him a host of emotions. ‘Shall we leave?’

      They arrived fifteen minutes before the premiere was due to begin, and walked into the crowded foyer as invited patrons were entering the auditorium.

      The film had an unusual premise, one that enchanted the mind, yet held an underlying thread which provided a startling conclusion. The acting was superb, and it was touted that the three main actors would receive Academy Award nominations.

      Miguel reached for her hand as the credits rolled, and together they slipped from the darkened theatre ahead of the general exodus.

      ‘Feel like going somewhere for coffee?’

      Hannah almost declined, then changed her mind. ‘Why not?’

      They walked a block, then entered an arcade whose decor was late nineteenth century, and chose a small café specialising in imported coffee and delicate home-made savouries and cakes.

      No one seemed to be in a hurry, and it was an ideal niche to relax, unwind, and just be.

      They both ordered liqueur coffees, and selected a small delicacy to sample.

      ‘My cousin Alejandro and his wife Elise are flying in for the weekend,’ Miguel told her as he sweetened his coffee. ‘They’ll attend the Leukaemia Foundation charity ball as our guests on Saturday СКАЧАТЬ