Redeemed By His Stolen Bride. ABBY GREEN

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      ‘Would you like me to get you out of here?’

      His voice was deep and compelling.

      Leonora’s response was swift and instinctive. She nodded.

      ‘We’ll go out through the main entrance. Don’t look left or right, just let me guide you.’

      He plucked something out of his pocket and Leonora saw that it was a phone. He issued a curt instruction and put the phone back, his eyes never leaving hers.

      ‘My car is outside. Let’s go.’

      Before Leonora knew what was happening Gabriel Torres had taken her elbow in his hand and they were already halfway across the lobby. Flashes erupted from outside, and as soon as they got through the doors there was a barrage of noise and calls.

       ‘Leonora! Where’s Lazaro Sanchez?’

      Leonora ignored it all and followed Gabriel’s instructions, looking straight ahead.

      A sleek low-slung silver bullet of a car was parked by the kerb and the doorman sprang aside as Gabriel helped her into the front passenger seat. The door was shut, cocooning her in expensive leather and metal and blissful silence, which was only broken briefly when Gabriel came around to the driver’s side and opened the door, settling himself into the car.

      Within seconds they were moving through the throng of press, who had to part to let them through. Leonora flinched at the bright flashes from their cameras as the paparazzi pressed cameras up to the window to get their shots.

      ‘I should have tried to leave through a back entrance. I’ll be on every front page tomorrow.’

      She felt Gabriel glance at her. ‘Why should you? You’ve nothing to be ashamed of.’

      Leonora’s heart was pounding. She saw Gabriel’s hand work the gearstick. Square-shaped long fingers. Short, blunt nails. Masculine.

      Her lower body clenched.

      ‘You didn’t have to do this,’ she said.

      Her voice was husky. She looked at Gabriel, whose jaw was tight.

      ‘It’s nothing. You shouldn’t have been thrown to the wolves like that.’

      She got the impression that he was angry. On her behalf. She barely knew him. Her relief at being out of that situation was taking the edges off her own anger at Lazaro.

      ‘Well…thank you.’

      She noticed then that they were driving through one of Madrid’s exclusive city enclaves. Leafy streets and chic cosmopolitan bars and restaurants. Expensive antique shops and designer boutiques. Elegant buildings mixed with new architecture.

      Feeling embarrassed now, and thinking that Gabriel might be regretting his good deed, Leonora said, ‘You really don’t have to take me home. I’m the other way, anyway. I can jump out here and get a taxi.’

      He shook his head and glanced in the rear-view mirror. ‘Not if you don’t want them to follow you home, you can’t.’

      Leonora looked behind them and saw a couple of motorbikes weaving in and out of traffic, following them. Her heart sank at the thought of them outside the family estate. If Matías saw them he’d get confused and upset…

      At that moment Gabriel said, ‘Hang on,’ and then surged ahead as a traffic light turned to red. He negotiated a couple of rapid turns down dark side streets that had Leonora’s heart jumping into her throat, but at no point did she feel unsafe. It was exhilarating.

      With the next turn into a quiet residential street Leonora sucked in a breath. It looked as if they were going to drive straight into a wall, but it quickly revealed itself to be a door that opened and allowed them entry down into a private garage under the building.

      Gabriel pulled to a stop beside a row of equally sleek cars. ‘I think we lost them at the last traffic lights.’

      Silence descended around them. ‘Where are we?’ she asked.

      ‘At my city apartment. You can wait here for a bit—let them lose you. I’ll organise for you to get home later. If you want.’

      If you want.

      Leonora looked at Gabriel, still reeling at everything that had happened and at the fact that he was her rescuer. His eyes were on her, dark and unreadable, and yet she felt as if some silent communication was taking place. Something she didn’t understand fully. Or didn’t want to investigate fully.

      ‘Okay…if you’re sure. I don’t want to bother you.’

      He shook his head. ‘You’re not bothering me. Don’t worry.’

      He undid his seat-belt and uncoiled his tall frame from the car. He came around and opened her door and held out a hand.

      Leonora almost didn’t want to touch him, afraid of how she’d react. She could still feel the imprint of his hand on her elbow. But she couldn’t dither, so she put her hand in his and let him pull her out. And she’d been right to be afraid, because a jolt of electricity ran up her arm and right down into her core.

      By the time she straightened up she was breathless. And she was so close to Gabriel that one more step would bring her flush with his body. She could sense the whipcord strength beneath his bespoke suit. Her eye line rested just below his bowtie.

      His hand wrapped around hers. ‘Okay?’

      She looked up and forced a smile, trying not to be intimidated by the sheer masculine beauty of the man. His proximity. ‘Fine… Just a bit shaky after the paparazzi. Normally I don’t register on their radar.’

      Not the way this man did. He was slavishly followed and speculated upon by press eager to get a story on the reclusive billionaire. She thought of the papers tomorrow. Her head hurt at the prospect of her parents’ reaction. They were depending on her to redeem the family name and finances, not to embroil them in another scandal.

      Gabriel let her hand go and Leonora suddenly realised something with dismay. ‘My bag and coat!’

      Lazaro had arranged for someone to take them to the cloakroom at the hotel.

      Gabriel said, ‘Come upstairs and I’ll arrange for them to be delivered here.’

      He opened a door that led out into a dimly lit foyer. A security guard stepped into the light. ‘Good evening, Señor Torres.’

      ‘Good evening, Pancho. One of my team will be delivering something shortly. Let them in and send it up, please.’

      ‘Of course, sir.’

      Gabriel put his hand on Leonora’s back, guiding her with a barely perceptible touch over to an elevator. Even so, she could feel his hand through her dress, and had the ridiculous urge to sink back against him, let him take her weight.

      It unnerved her how much he made her feel, so she stood apart from him in the small space as the doors slid shut and СКАЧАТЬ