Her Amazing Boss!: The Daredevil Tycoon. Nikki Logan

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      “You’ve been reading too many newspaper accounts. Sure I enjoy fine things. And I like eating good food. But I also enjoy climbing, hot air ballooning. Versatility is needed for both.”

      “So tell me about climbing. How did you get into that?”

      “Friends from school and I first went on a trek in France when I was around eighteen. I was hooked. Talk about a challenge—finding my way up the face of a cliff that looked as if it had never been scaled. Reaching the summit and feeling like I was on the rim of the world. You should try it sometime.”

      Amalia shook her head in horror. “I can’t imagine much worse—unless it’s hot air ballooning.”

      “So your hobbies are needlepoint or knitting, safe and secure?”

      “Don’t turn your nose up at those kinds of hobbies. They’re probably fun for many people. But not for me. I like computers.”

      “So you don’t take your brother on camping trips?”

      “Is that a guy thing? He does plenty outside. He’s going on a science camp this week, with twenty other students. They’ll be camping out and exploring geophysical phenomena. He’ll love it, even if it rains.”

      “I do admit to preferring four walls and a roof in the rain,” Rafael said.

      He stretched out his single blanket, then lay down.

      “Are you going to sleep?” Amalia asked. It was getting darker by the moment. She could already see a few stars in the sky.

      “No, just wanting a good view of the sky. Once the crew gets here we’ll have a fire and lights and miss some of the spectacle.”

      Rafael confused her. Every time she thought she understood him, he’d say or do something opposite to what she would expect. There was more to him than the playboy image he seemed to relish in Barcelona.

      There was something rock solid about him. Even when he pushed for his own way, she knew she could count on him to keep his word and get her home safe.

      She looked at the sky. If she sat looking up long enough, she’d get a terrible crick in her neck. Reluctantly she spread her own blanket and lay down. Shifting slightly to find a more comfortable spot she relaxed and enjoyed the starry sky. The darker it became, the more stars appeared. She could see the Milky Way.

      “It is spectacular,” she murmured.

      “It always puts things into perspective,” he said.

      “Like?”

      “Like work is not the be all and end all of life. That we are insignificant creatures in the great scheme of things. How many stars can you count?”

      “I can’t count them all!” She laughed.

      “They say God knows the name of every star.”

      “I find that totally amazing.” She was silent for a moment savoring the beauty above her.

      “You could have asked for the fifty thousand Euros for yourself,” he said.

      “What?” She sat up. “Where did that come from?”

      “I was thinking about your scathing comments about the bet. I’m sure you must have imagined what that kind of money could do for you and your brother.”

      “I provide just fine for me and my brother. Soon he’ll be on his own and every penny I earn will be mine.”

      “A gift, then,” he said.

      “No, thank you. That’s not my style.”

      He looked at her, silhouetted against the night sky. “So what is your style?”

      “To earn my own way,” she said.

      He smiled, though she couldn’t see in the dark. So idealistic. Refreshing after the women he usually dated. Then again, maybe the fault lay in his taste in women.…

      “After this balloon ride, maybe you’ll feel you earned it. Or at least a bonus from Vicente for going above and beyond the duties of a PA.”

      “Are you giving Helena a bonus?” she asked.

      “Yes.” No need to tell her the thought had just come to him. Helena made a good salary, but this was certainly above and beyond.

      “Money plays a big part of your life,” she said slowly.

      Her voice moved as she lay back down.

      “It does in everyone’s life,” he replied.

      “Not so much in ours, mainly because we don’t have a lot. And we need to save for when Jose is at university. Besides, it mainly buys things. Not memories.”

      “Like?”

      “Like the afternoons at the beach we used to enjoy with our parents. We’d spend all day playing in the water, picnicking, being together. I miss those times. And holidays, when we celebrated together.”

      “You paint an idyllic life. Real life doesn’t follow that.”

      “Your parents didn’t do right by you and your brother.”

      “So you’re now an expert on my parents?” he asked. The old wound threatened to reopen. He knew she was right, but years of hiding the disappointment he’d felt at being shunted to school and holiday resorts while his parents went their separate ways resurfaced. He would never subject a child to that. Which was why he planned to stay single all his life.

      “Money can buy memories,” he argued, just for the hell of it. “Making enough to afford my interests is satisfying.”

      “So you try flying, either by plane or balloon, and scuba diving, racing. High-adrenaline sports,” she said. “Sounds like something’s missing.”

      “Nothing’s missing. I do well in business and can indulge myself with any sport I want.”

      “If you were married, you’d have a family to build memories with. What happens when you’re eighty and can’t do all those sports?”

      Rafael laughed. “I doubt I’ll want to if I live to be eighty. And I will have the memories you put such store in.”

      “But who would you have to share them with?”

      “Who do you have?” he countered.

      “Jose for one. And I do hope to marry someday and have a family. Children to love and raise. A husband to grow old with, to share my life and his.”

      “I can’t see my parents sitting on a veranda somewhere in thirty years swapping stories about the good old days.”

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