One More Sleepless Night. Lucy King

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СКАЧАТЬ indeed, he told himself again as he sprinkled salt onto each of the steaks and then added a grind of pepper. Spending much of his day out in the fields among the grape-laden vines—not in an effort to avoid her or anything, of course, but because he’d needed to catch up with his estate manager—had clearly done the trick. Whatever attraction he’d felt for Nicky last night, whatever mental wobble he’d suffered, he’d most definitely conquered it, and he was well and truly back on track.

      * * *

      Rafael Montero really was the best looking man she’d seen in a long time, thought Nicky, lifting her glass to her mouth and watching him as he deftly flipped the steaks and seasoned the other side.

      Last night and this morning she’d been on too much of an emotional roller coaster to appreciate his rugged good looks, and anyway, after grabbing a coffee he’d pretty much vanished until now so she hadn’t really thought about it. But after spending the day reading by the pool she felt more relaxed and more aware of her surroundings than she had in months, and now he was right there in front of her—and now she was looking—she could well see his appeal.

      Taking a sip of wine and savouring the cool crisp flavours that rippled over her taste buds, she let her gaze drift over him with the detached appreciation of the photographer she was.

      He had the kind of height and breadth that made her own five feet seven now rather gaunt frame feel unusually small, thick dark hair that was made for ruffling, and a pair of shoulders that looked strong enough to bear all manner of burdens. His back was broad and beneath the white T-shirt that stretched across it she could see his muscles flexing as he moved.

      She leisurely lowered her gaze down over his waist, his very fine bottom and long tanned legs, and then let it wander back up again. There was an air of tightly controlled restraint about him, a latent strength and power, and she had a sudden memory of that body lying on top of hers, heavy and hard and strong...

      Oh, what a crying shame her sex drive was all out of batteries, she thought dolefully as she watched him slowly turn round and give her a view of his front, because he really was magnificent.

      If only she’d met him a year ago...

      Nicky hadn’t exactly bed-hopped before she’d hit the doldrums but she’d always liked men. She’d loved the thrill of new attraction and the whole host of possibilities it opened up, in particular that of hot delicious sex with men she respected and admired but could leave without a twang of the heartstrings.

      So if she’d met Rafael a year ago she’d have flirted like mad and after gauging his amenability to the idea would probably have set about seducing him into her bed.

      Not so now, though, because as she completed her perusal of his spectacular body and found herself looking into that gorgeous face once again did she feel even a glimmer of a spark? A tingle of lust? A flicker of heat? No, she did not, which was depressing in the extreme because if a man like this didn’t do it for her, then who would?

      Nicky stifled a sigh and lifted her glass to her lips again.

      ‘Have you quite finished?’

      The dry tone of Rafael’s voice made her jump, and she coughed and spluttered as the wine went down the wrong way. And then she went bright red because, regardless of how she did or didn’t feel about him, it was still mortifying to have been caught ogling him.

      ‘Yes. Sorry,’ she gasped, clasping a fist to her chest and giving it a good thump.

      ‘Are you all right?’

      ‘Wine,’ she managed by way of explanation, and cleared her throat. ‘I’m fine.’

      He picked up a bowl from the table beside the barbecue, brought it over and set it down in front of her. ‘Have a prawn.’

      Nicky wasn’t sure having a prawn was all that advisable when she’d evidently lost control of her oesophagus, but took one anyway. ‘Thank you.’

      She dipped it into the little pot of aioli, then sucked it into her mouth and opened her eyes wide in delight as the juicy taste of the sea and salt exploded on her tongue. ‘Wow, these are amazing.’

      ‘Local,’ Rafael muttered, his gaze on her mouth and his jaw tightening. ‘Expensive.’

      She smiled. ‘But worth every céntimo.’

      He didn’t say anything, just kind of growled and shrugged and continued to stare at her mouth.

      A funny tense kind of silence stretched between them and Nicky was beginning to wonder whether she might have a blob of aioli on her lip or something, when Rafael suddenly frowned, gave himself a quick shake, then threw himself into the chair opposite her.

      ‘So how has your day been?’ he asked rather more curtly than she thought the question deserved.

      ‘Idyllic,’ she said, swiping a paper napkin from the box to wipe her fingers and dabbing her mouth just in case, and telling herself that she must have imagined the flash of tension and the curtness because as far as she could see there wasn’t anything to get tense or curt about. ‘Ghostly pale isn’t really me so I’ve decided to work on my tan. Me and my bikini barely moved from the pool all day.’

      A muscle started hammering in his jaw and she thought she heard him grit his teeth. ‘Sounds great,’ he muttered.

      ‘It was,’ she said, briefly wondering if his obvious displeasure was down to her hogging of his pool. ‘Do you mind?’

      ‘About what?’

      ‘Me monopolising your pool.’

      ‘Not at all,’ he said, lifting his gaze back to hers and giving her a tight smile. ‘Make yourself at home.’

      ‘Thank you,’ she said, and, unable to fathom what the inscrutability of his demeanour was about, decided to continue with the small talk he’d initiated before any more of that weird uncomfortable tension had the chance to return. ‘And how has your day been?’

      Rafael rubbed the back of his neck, let out what sounded like a deeply exasperated sigh and sat back. ‘Fruitful.’

      ‘In the literal or metaphorical sense?’

      ‘Both.’

      ‘How come?’

      ‘I spent the whole day with my estate manager discussing plans for an early harvest.’

      ‘I imagine you must have had a lot to catch up on.’

      Rafael arched a quizzical eyebrow. ‘Why would you imagine that?’

      ‘Gaby said you haven’t been here for months.’

      ‘I haven’t.’

      ‘Why not?’ It seemed a shame when the place was a little slice of heaven on earth.

      ‘I’ve been busy with work.’

      ‘And now you’re less busy?’

      ‘For the moment.’

      ‘So you’re on holiday too?’

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