Dreaming Of... Brazil: At the Brazilian's Command / Married for the Prince's Convenience / From Enemy's Daughter to Expectant Bride. Susan Stephens

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      But they didn’t know the ins and outs of it, Danny fretted as she smiled to show that she couldn’t have been happier with her gift. There could be no certainties in life, she told herself firmly as Tiago spoke to some of the men. Surely every bride-to-be felt this way—that to be so happy must come at a cost?

      ‘It’s official, Danny.’

      She tried to close her heart to Tiago, but when he took hold of her hands to draw her close she failed miserably. Even when he dipped his head to kiss her she suspected it was for the sake of the crowd.

      ‘We’ve made everyone happy tonight,’ he said.

      ‘Yes,’ she agreed.

      Sensing her unease, Tiago led her out of the crowd. ‘Is that all you have to say?’

      He had every right to expect her to be bouncing with happiness after his announcement of their engagement, the upcoming wedding, and now his wonderful gift, but she couldn’t fake it.

      Why must she always pick holes in perfection? Why wouldn’t the fairytale work for her?

      * * *

      He ground his jaw, seeing the tension in Danny’s back as she walked away with a group of women who were keen to help her organise their wedding. Nothing must go wrong now. His lawyers were standing by. Full ownership of the ranch was a matter of hours away.

      He was as tense as he had ever been, Tiago realised as a group of his fellow gauchos encouraged him to stay and spend the night celebrating with them. His determination to build on what he’d started with these people had never been stronger than it was today.

      And Danny?

      Deus! A million things could go wrong between now and their wedding day. Suddenly Friday seemed an eternity away.

      * * *

      This could work, Danny thought on Thursday morning as she waved goodbye to the women who had helped her to design the menu for their wedding banquet. She had left them late last night, after discussing plans for the wedding, and had felt much calmer after spending time with them. She had slept well for the first time in ages.

      Maybe because there had had been no sign of Tiago, she thought now with amusement, as he stood at her side in the middle of the courtyard, supposedly surveying the decorations when he was clearly itching to go on his morning ride.

      ‘Happy?’ Tiago asked as the lively group trooped home.

      ‘Yes,’ Danny said. ‘I am now I know that this is the type of wedding we’re having. I honestly couldn’t think of anything better.’

      ‘Everyone wants to help because they think a lot of you.’

      ‘I hope that’s true.’

      ‘Didn’t I tell you everything would be all right?’

      ‘Yes,’ she murmured, wondering if once they were married she’d even see him.

      It was too late to worry about that now, Danny concluded, heading for the house as Tiago turned for the stables—or so she thought.

      She hadn’t realised but he was coming after her, and she exclaimed with surprise.

      ‘Not long now.’ He cupped her chin, and his eyes blazed into her own. ‘Is there anything that could make this better for you, chica?’

      If you loved me, she thought, that would make it better. If this marriage of ours were not a sham, that would make it better still.

      ‘Your friends from Rottingdean?’ he suggested.

      ‘Lizzie and Chico are still on honeymoon, and with Hamish and Annie in charge of the house in their absence—’

      ‘What about your mother?’

      ‘If you can find her.’ Danny’s mouth twisted with regret. ‘I’m afraid I don’t even know where she is. I keep trying to contact her, but—’

      ‘She’s in the South of France,’ Tiago revealed, shocking her.

      ‘What’s she doing there?’

      ‘Spending the last of the money you sent her, I imagine.’

      ‘Did you speak to her?’ she asked urgently.

      Hope soared inside her. She’d always been a dream-weaver, and if there was the slightest chance she could speak to her mother, make her understand, reassure her about this marriage...

      ‘Yes. I’ve spoken to her,’ he confirmed. ‘I wanted everything to be perfect for you—or as perfect as it can be. You’re doing so much for me, Danny. I don’t think you even realise what you’re doing. I would have flown your mother out here for the wedding, but there are some things even I can’t control.’

      ‘What did she say to you?’ She couldn’t hide her eagerness. ‘Did she get my messages?’

      ‘She got all of them, apparently.’

      Tiago’s grim look warned her to be brave.

      ‘What did she say?’

      ‘She said they were blocking up her phone, and could you please stop?’

       CHAPTER NINE

      ‘OH.’ DANNY’S VOICE was flat. The shock of what Tiago had told her cut deep. She couldn’t blame him for his candour after she’d pressed him for an answer. She guessed he’d thought a clean cut would be the best. The news that her mother wasn’t interested in Danny was old, but it hurt all the same. The fact that her mother didn’t even care that she was getting married was brutal.

      ‘You tried, Danny. At least you tried.’

      Yes, she was certainly a trier, Danny reflected dryly. How stupid she felt now, imagining her mother would want to wish her well.

      ‘I can’t honestly say I expected her to be here for the wedding,’ she admitted, pinning a smile to her face.

      She glanced up to find Tiago staring down at her with concern. Maybe she was wrong about him. Maybe he did have feelings but, having spent a lifetime hiding them, now found them impossible to express.

      ‘Don’t feel sorry for me, Tiago. I’m not a child.’

      ‘Maybe not,’ he agreed, ‘but my people show you more affection than your own mother. If she had been born with a title, and then squandered an old man’s fortune, I would say that your mother and mine must have been twins.’

      The bitterness in his voice told her that Tiago had experience of loving someone and being rejected. She knew that that could lead down one of two roads: the road she trod, where she never stopped trying, or the road Tiago had taken, where he simply turned his СКАЧАТЬ