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A Spanish Inheritance
Susan Stephens


Annalisa Wilson has fallen in love with the Menorcan estate she has unexpectedly inherited. But her plans to restore it and its orange grove are interrupted by her neighbor, Ramon di Crianza Perez. Ramon is used to getting his own way. When Annalisa refuses his generous offer to buy her land, he is outraged! And intrigued…In fact, the closer Ramon gets to her, the more he desires her. And he always gets what he wants….









“Do you like playing games with me, Annalisa?” Ramon murmured very close to her ear.


Every tiny hair on her body stood erect as his warm breath caressed her senses. She had no way of seeing the expression on his face. At the moment her eyes were level with the third button down on his shirt. Was he talking about the water rights…the sale of her property? Or something else…something on a far more personal level? That possibility made her shake her head emphatically as she struggled to remain immune to the very masculine heat coming from him. It was a heat with very different properties to the scorching midday sun. It was a heat that beat at her sense with unrelenting purpose….



“Would you like to?” he growled, so close to her ear that she shivered involuntarily. And then, as if he had received the answer he was looking for, he laughed as if it was indeed just a game to him and let her go.


VIVA LA VIDA DE AMOR!






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Susan Stephens

A Spanish Inheritance (#2318)



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A Spanish Inheritance










Susan Stephens










Contents


CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN




CHAPTER ONE


�THIS is a private beach.’

The deep Latin voice with its hint of censure brought the slender young woman scrambling to her feet. Struggling to fasten the top half of her bikini with eyes narrowed against the sun’s glare, Annalisa drew herself up to her full height, only to find herself steering her gaze into the naked chest of a powerfully built man.

�I’m sorry,’ she said automatically. So where was the notice saying this stretch of Menorcan sand was reserved for the use of arrogant Spanish males? �I was just—’

�I gathered what you were doing,’ he cut in.

�There’s nothing to say this area is restricted,’ Annalisa said, fighting to keep her gaze in check. She judged him to be in his mid-thirties. Black bathing shorts still wet from the sea clung to well-muscled thighs, while drops of water glistened on his bronzed, toned body. Her heart gave a jolt as she lifted her chin to take a proper look at his face. He had the most amazing eyes… Not just the colour, the shape, or even the fact that twin crescents of thick black lashes cast deep shadows across his chiselled cheekbones; they were simply the most expressive—

�Do you have signs in your garden back home?’ he demanded, reclaiming her attention.

He spoke with all the quiet confidence of a man accustomed to respect, Annalisa thought as she took stock of her adversary.

�No, but my garden has a hedge around it…and a gate.’

To her surprise he almost smiled. �Touché, Miss—?’

�Wilson. Annalisa Wilson,’ Annalisa told him, feeling the need to cross her arms over her chest. It wasn’t that his gaze ever left her face, and he certainly didn’t try to crowd her like most men. But even standing a good few feet away he made her extremely nervous.

And now he smiled. But, instead of making her feel better, the flash of strong white teeth against his improbably handsome face made her feel more awkward than ever. Maybe it had more to do with the look in his eyes that suggested he knew a lot more than she did.

�Pleased to meet you, Annalisa. That is a beautiful and unusual name.’

�Thank you. My father was Spanish.’

�Really?’

Why that should amuse him she had no idea.

�Ramon di Crianza Perez,’ he said, extending his hand in formal greeting.

As they connected she felt the strength in his fingers close around her, and instinctively snatched her hand away. �I’m sorry if I’m trespassing. I’ll go—’

�Go?’ he queried sharply. �How do you propose to do that?’

�I’ll swim back the way I came…around the point,’ she said, nodding towards a spine of rocks that divided the two beaches.

�The point!’

His incredulity stung her. �Why not?’

�It’s far too dangerous!’

�I think I can be the judge—’ She held back the rest of the retort. Why on earth was she attempting to justify her actions to a complete stranger?

�You do?’ His voice, like a whiplash, lacked all suggestion of Mediterranean charm, but his eyes still possessed the same infuriating sparkle that had captured her attention in the first place… It betrayed an interest that went far beyond a natural desire to protect his boundaries.

Staring back at him, Annalisa knew the fact she felt hot and edgy had nothing to do with the sun. �Well, you swam here from that yacht,’ she argued, glancing towards an impressive cruiser moored offshore. When his sardonic gaze licked over her she felt hotter still.

�You must consider yourself an exceptional athlete.’

�I swam for my school—’

�In a swimming pool?’

�Well, yes. But—’

�The Mediterranean is not a swimming pool, Annalisa.’

Was it really necessary to drawl her name like that? she wondered, conscious of the inadequate scraps of material struggling to contain her figure.

�These waters can be very dangerous,’ he went on. �The current by those rocks—’

�A strong swimmer—’

�Should have more respect for the ocean,’ he countered evenly.

�I got here in one piece,’ Annalisa muttered. But her defiance was being steadily eroded by this man’s determined campaign of control.

She felt his brooding gaze rest on her face.

�Beginner’s luck,’ he said, holding up his hands to bring an end to the matter. �Come. I will escort you off my property.’

Your property! So, they were to be neighbours, Annalisa thought, careful to keep her expression neutral as she digested this piece of information.

She panicked as he moved towards her, and backed up a step. �I have to swim back. I don’t have any dry clothes with me.’

He drew up short, and his assessing stare ran heat through every inch of her. �I’m sure something can be found for you up at the house.’

His brazen inspection, together with his casual assumption that she would leap to do his bidding, sent storm waves pulsing through her. The sea was nothing in comparison to the danger on the shore, Annalisa thought as she tried to side-step her way out of trouble.

But his reflexes were razor-sharp and he blocked her path. �My driver will take you wherever you want to go.’

�Look, I’m sure you mean to be kind—’

His impatient gesture sliced through the air. �Kindness is not an issue. My only concern is to prevent you from making another mistake.’

I wasn’t aware I’d made a first until I met you, Annalisa thought, watching his jaw tighten as if he couldn’t quite believe one person could provoke so much aggravation in so short a time. �I’ll be fine,’ she insisted firmly. �It’s an easy swim.’

�I don’t have time for this,’ he rapped, directing a level stare at her. �And my invitation was not a suggestion,’ he added pointedly. He turned abruptly to indicate a narrow track that cut a snaking path up the cliff.

The silent instruction made his autocratic air all the more intolerable. But with someone like Ramon Perez planted in the way Annalisa knew she had no alternative but to follow orders…for the moment.

Her mouth tightened angrily as she marched past him. But she was angrier at herself than with her forceful neighbour. There was just no excuse for going into battle unprepared. If she had only apologised for trespassing on his land, accepted his offer of some dry clothes and a lift home, the whole incident would have been over by now. Instead of which— Her stomach lurched as he strode ahead of her. Drinking in the wide spread of his shoulders and the taut power of a most agreeable back view, she was forced to concede that there were some things that made up for an attack of hurt pride.

It wasn’t the climb that tightened Annalisa’s stomach in knots, but the growing suspicion that with each step she was leaving the simple charm of the shoreline behind and entering some exclusive territory. The natural disorder of scrub and sand and pebbles gave way to steps that looked as if they had been swept recently, and the handrail had been painted in a shade that blended perfectly with the surroundings. This impression of affluence was only confirmed when they reached the top of the steep climb and a stout manservant, dressed from head to toe in a crisp white uniform, hurried forward.

Maybe he had been on sentry duty for hours, she mused, seeing the canary-yellow and white beach towels stacked on his outstretched arm.

Ramon acknowledged the man with a courteous nod. �Please escort Miss Wilson to a guest room, Rodriguez. And see that she receives some refreshment before she leaves.’ He swivelled round, appraising Annalisa at a glance. �I’m sure Margarita will be able to find something suitable for you to wear.’ And, swiping a towel off the pile, he draped it around her shoulders.

�Thank you,’ Annalisa said, struggling to ignore the flash of sensation that rushed through her when his hand brushed her naked skin. She drew the towel tightly around her to ward off the cold hand of disappointment. He might be the most infuriating individual she had ever encountered, but he was also the most intriguing. And the way his voice had softened when he said �Margarita’ suggested this woman meant a great deal to him— Now she was being ridiculous! She’d only known him for five minutes and already her imagination was running riot!

He dipped his head briefly, signalling an end to the encounter. �Adios, Annalisa.’

Shading her eyes with her hand, Annalisa watched him power away towards an imposing white mansion. She felt sure that the home and lifestyle of Ramon di Crianza Perez were as different from her own as it was possible to imagine. But in some unaccountable way she felt the need to prove herself to her proud Menorcan neighbour.

A discreet cough distracted her. She turned and flashed a quick smile at the manservant. But he had no time to waste on pleasantries. Having caught her attention, he was already making for the house, using short rapid strides that suggested he had far better things to do.

As she climbed the central marble staircase of the villa behind her surly guide, Annalisa shot some anxious glances at the closed doors. She felt sure everyone living in such a place would have to be as self-possessed as Ramon, and looking like a beached mermaid was not the best time to cannon into some elegant presence.

The grand house was completely silent. Maybe it was empty. But when the manservant opened a door leading off the first-floor landing, and showed her into a stunning room overlooking the sea, she knew there had to be someone in residence.

For bush telegraph read bush fire, Annalisa thought, spying the jug of freshly squeezed orange juice and the bowl of plump ripe figs. And an outfit had already been laid out on what looked very much like a priceless Louis Quinze chaise longue. The slim sofa was covered with the finest brocade in a delicate shade of powder blue, and its single arm was intricately carved and ornamented with gold leaf.

Margarita had a figure not dissimilar to her own, Annalisa realised as she picked up some sapphire silk Capri pants. A thrill ran through her as she read the label. She had never come close to wearing anything so exclusive. An ivory silk casual top by the same designer lay beside some flesh-toned underwear, still in the fuchsia-tinted tissue paper in which it had been packed in the boutique. The flimsy thong and bra were composed of so fine a fabric it brought the blood rushing to her cheeks. Margarita must be quite something, she thought, spotting some dainty cream leather mules lined up neatly on the floor.

Waiting until the door closed, Annalisa quickly stepped out of her damp bikini. There was a full-length cheval-glass in one corner of the room and it was too tempting not to steal a glimpse at herself as she dressed. Slipping into clothes like these was almost a sensual experience, like stepping into another world. But now what? she wondered, gazing around the fabulous room.

There wasn’t long to wait before she found out. A tap on the door brought the answer. A young girl dressed in a maid’s uniform stood waiting on the threshold.

�The car is outside when you are ready, Señorita Fuego Montoya,’ she announced in halting English.

�Wilson. Señorita Wilson,’ Annalisa corrected gently, smiling at her. �But you can call me Annalisa if you like.’

�Sí, Señorita Fuego Montoya,’ the young girl said, colouring up.

She doesn’t understand, Annalisa realised, hoping the shock of hearing her late father’s name wrongly applied to herself didn’t show on her face.

�Are you ready, señorita?’ the maid pressed, hovering uncertainly on the threshold.

�Yes. Thank you,’ Annalisa said, reminding herself to add Spanish lessons to her list of things to do. �And I’ll return the clothes—’

�Oh, no, señorita,’ the girl exclaimed, holding up her hands to emphasise the point. �Señora Margarita intends you to keep them.’

�But I couldn’t possibly,’ Annalisa protested.

The maid shrugged, as if the generous gift was of no consequence. �The señora has many such outfits, señorita.’

Wealth like this was hard to imagine… And yet she should try, Annalisa reminded herself. Quite out of the blue she had recently inherited a considerable chunk of land in Menorca, and even though she had precious little cash to throw around right now, if she sold the estate designer outfits like these would be well within her reach. �I should still like to thank Señora—’

But the girl had already started towards the staircase, and with a brief wave of her hand indicated that Annalisa should follow.

For just a beat Annalisa hesitated. If only her Spanish had been stronger she might have been able to ask the maid to arrange a brief meeting with Margarita. Then she could have explained her intrusion face to face, as well as thank her for the clothes. But for now she had no answer to the dilemma.

Annalisa frowned. Everything connected with Menorca seemed to have a dilemma attached to it as far as she was concerned. And the whole point in taking a sabbatical from the small law practice where she worked as a solicitor had been to resolve dilemmas, not create more. She had come to the island to uncover the truth about her Spanish father, not to involve herself in the lives of the island’s super-rich. Her mission was to discover what had prompted an elderly Spanish grandee to leave a vast estate to her, when he had abandoned her mother the minute he discovered she was pregnant. And had never been heard from again as far as Annalisa knew.

During her mother’s lifetime the relevant questions could not be asked. There had been an unspoken rule between them that strictly forbade all talk of the past. But her mother had died almost immediately after the news of Señor Fuego Montoya’s death, prompting Annalisa to embark on her own quest.

So, here she was…feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she followed the maid down the sweeping marble staircase. The young girl’s confusion over her name had caused the past and present to collide…and in the home of a man who might be as unprincipled as her father for all Annalisa knew. But thankfully she had the benefit of hindsight to guide her now…and better still there was no sign of her enigmatic neighbour.

Perhaps she had seen the last of him. And perhaps it was as well if she had. The chance to savour Margarita’s dream existence for a short time had been a heady experience, but reality beckoned and Annalisa knew that she could not allow a distraction like Ramon Perez to get in her way.

Although it was a relatively short swim from one beach to another, the drive back to the finca took quite some time. One main arterial road stretched the length of the island, and each cove could only be reached by returning first to this highway. Annalisa tensed on the soft kidskin upholstery as the limousine bounced in and out of the ruts on the track down to her new home, and knew just enough Spanish to feel embarrassment when she caught the word casucha as the chauffeur muttered something under his breath. The finca might look like a hovel to him, but by the time she had finished with it—

�Thank you for the lift,’ she said, managing to bite her tongue as he got out to open the door for her.

She really would have to do something about the approach if she wanted the property to achieve its full market value, she realised, gazing around. According to the estate agent there were already several offers on the table.

But even if some of the renovations were beyond her pocket, there was no harm in investing as much as she could afford in order to reap the maximum return when she came to sell.

When the limousine drove off she was enveloped from head to foot in a cloud of fine white dust. This served to point out the fact that the walls were crumbling, not to mention the roof, which in some areas was open to the sky. If she didn’t sort that out before the rains came, the whole place would be flooded—that was if the infamous Tramuntana wind didn’t lift it off first. But in spite of all the problems there was something very special about the mellow, honey-coloured stone.

Excited yelps diverted Annalisa’s attention to one of the more forceful members of her ever-increasing menagerie. The welcome softened the worry lines that had been building up on her face all morning and replaced them with a smile. The ancient rag-tailed dog was so grateful for every second of her time that she had already adopted him, naming him Fudge for his colour. Along with Fudge, several cats, hens, and even a donkey had miraculously appeared on her doorstep, as if they accepted what she could not—that life on finca Fuego Montoya was about to resume.

They were more optimistic than she was, Annalisa thought, glancing around the cobbled courtyard at the daunting tasks that still lay ahead of her. Her immediate impression of the main house had been of overwhelming neglect. She had found it so dark and still the first time she’d walked through the curtains of dust motes suspended in the musty air. But somehow that hadn’t put her off. And her determination had been rewarded.

Traces of what must once have been a fine family home had soon become apparent in the quality of the furniture, as well as the interesting collection of cobweb-festooned paintings. And then she had been filled with the urge to breathe life into it again—to fling open the shutters, to clean out every corner and polish the windows until the whole place gleamed and vibrated with life.

She didn’t rest until each room was filled with the scent of beeswax and soap and flowers… But the outbuildings remained in a desperate state.

She closed her eyes briefly and drew a deep breath. Then, firming her lips, she opened them again. What she had started she would finish. So what if she had to learn to use a hammer and chisel? She had come a long way from her small solicitor’s office in an undistinguished town in the north of England. Here the sun warmed her face and it felt good. Winter was barely over, but in Menorca she could already detect the scent of blossom on the air.

Having changed out of the delicious outfit into a pair of battered old shorts and a non-descript T-shirt, Annalisa headed down to the kitchen. Clearing a space on the rustic table, she prepared to write a brief letter of thanks to Señor and Señora Ramon di Crianza Perez. But even as she put pen to paper thoughts and impressions invaded her mind—and none of them was connected with the brief note she had planned. The truth was she was furious with herself. Somehow a married man had slipped beneath her guard, jolting something deep within her…something fundamental. Like an alarm going off in her heart, she acknowledged with dismay.

But she had seen her mother left embittered and had no intention of being lured along the same path. It was a bleak trail that led to nothing more than empty lives and worthless promises. With an impatient huff she forced her attention back to the blank sheet of paper on the table in front of her.

Willing the pen to move back and forth, she crafted the words that would convey her appreciation for the kindness of the Crianza Perez household and nothing more. Then, sealing the envelope, she propped it up next to the clock. She would post it on her next shopping trip to Mahon, the island’s capital, and perhaps find some small token in an attempt to appease her formidable neighbour. But first things first; her legal representative on the island would be appearing in a little under an hour.

Taking a fresh sheet of paper, Annalisa began drawing up a list of subjects she wanted to discuss. It was only as she began framing the questions in her mind that a new possibility occurred to her…



�But, Señorita Wilson, you do not have the money to make the improvements you have just outlined. Why do you not accept the generous offer that has been made for finca Fuego Montoya and buy something more suitable for yourself?’

�I have decided not to sell.’

�Not to sell!’

Annalisa was certain the distinguished lawyer could not have looked more shocked if he’d tried. �And that is my final decision,’ she confirmed in a low, determined voice.

�But, no!’ he insisted dramatically. �This is impossible. How will you—?’

Annalisa could feel her patience evaporating. �Don Alfonso,’ she began firmly, �I have always worked for my living and that is exactly how I intend to continue.’

�To work?’ the silver-haired lawyer exclaimed in horror with a shrug that encompassed the world. �But if you sell the finca, Señorita Wilson, you will never need to work again.’

�But I want to work,’ Annalisa insisted stubbornly. �And forgive me, Don Alfonso, but I thought you worked for me.’

�And so I do,’ he insisted hotly. �But it is my duty to tell you that if you were my daughter—’

�I am no one’s daughter!’ Annalisa’s retorted sharply, regretting the words almost as soon as they shot out of her mouth.

�I understand that your father is dead, Señorita Wilson,’ Don Alfonso reminded her solemnly.

And always has been to me, Annalisa thought bitterly as she fought to re-order her thoughts. �I apologise, Don Alfonso,’ she said, composing herself. �Of course I will always be grateful to my father for entrusting me with the future of the finca.’ Even if he never acknowledged me in his lifetime, she added silently to herself. �I should not have raised my voice to you,’ she admitted candidly. �But you should know that I am quite determined to remain here. I intend to restore the house and all the ancillary buildings. Then I shall return the orange groves to a profitable working concern that will benefit everyone in the village.’

�The orange groves!’ the elderly lawyer exclaimed in utter amazement. �But what do you know about fruit production? Forgive me, Señorita Wilson,’ he added, saving her the embarrassment of admitting the answer to that was nothing at all. �I mean no offence.’ Plucking a kingfisher-blue handkerchief out of his top pocket, he began dabbing away at imaginary moisture on his neck and high forehead, his concern all too evident.

�None taken,’ Annalisa said evenly, wondering what on earth had prompted her insane proposition.

�But even if you were to proceed against my advice you cannot possibly take on such a task alone,’ Don Alfonso insisted as he replaced the silk square in his pocket.

�Why? Because I’m a woman?’

He hesitated long enough for Annalisa to know she had struck a Latin nerve.

�You do not have sufficient money,’ he insisted, bridging the controversial divide with sheer practicality.

�I can do many of the jobs myself. I shall seek advice in the village…and I am not afraid of hard work.’

�It is not the hard work that is my major concern—’

�And I’ll find the money somehow.’

Don Alfonso looked unconvinced as he shook his head. �I don’t doubt your good intentions, Señorita Wilson.’

�Then what is your concern?’ Annalisa demanded.

�The power and status of the family you have ranged yourself against may prove insurmountable,’ he explained patiently. �Please. Leave it a little while longer before you make a final decision to decline their generous offer.’

�But I have no intention of accepting any offers. And I don’t need more time,’ Annalisa insisted. �My mind is made up, Don Alfonso.’

�I beg you to reconsider—’

�I cannot imagine why anyone could be so determined to buy up my land now when it has so clearly been neglected for years.’

�It was in your father’s hands before he died,’ Don Alfonso reminded her. �No one knew why he insisted on hanging on to it. There were many offers during his lifetime—’

�Which he refused?’

�Yes, but—’

�As I shall,’ she insisted, though quite where this sudden comradeship with the father who had abandoned her before she was born had come from she had no idea.

�And nothing I can say will dissuade you from this course of action?’

�That is correct.’

Don Alfonso made a bemused sound and then murmured distractedly, �I cannot understand it…’

�And I cannot understand why you are allowing yourself to be influenced by anyone’s interests other than mine.’

He looked offended, and when he spoke again it was in a conspiratorial whisper. �We are talking about one of the most powerful families in all Spain, Señorita Wilson. Led by a man whom I should not wish to cross.’ He shook his head in a grave show of disapproval.

Well, if that was meant to frighten her off it had missed its mark, Annalisa thought, firming her mouth. �You may feel the need to abide by this man’s dicta, Don Alfonso, I do not.’

�You can have no idea of what you are taking on.’

�So, tell me,’ Annalisa challenged. �Put a name to my opponent. We’re not discussing some mythical villain, I presume?’

Her elderly advisor bowed his head in dignified acquiescence. �No, Señorita Wilson. We are talking about an exceptional man with a mind like a steel trap and a will of iron. I fear you will find Ramon di Crianza Perez a most formidable adversary.’

Annalisa’s wide mouth softened, images of sun-kissed flesh and rippling muscles uppermost in her mind.

Misreading her expression, Don Alfonso warned, �It would be a mistake to underestimate Ramon Perez.’

�He’s not such a monster,’ she reflected absently.

�You know him!’

�I have—’ Annalisa stopped, taking care over her choice of words. �I met Señor Perez briefly. He seemed perfectly civil—’

The lawyer’s frown deepened. �Forgive me, Señorita Wilson, but you are a young lady in her mid-twenties with limited experience—’

�I am a working woman with a law degree,’ Annalisa returned sharply.

�You would be most unwise to take Ramon Perez lightly.’

I would be most unwise to take him at all, she reminded herself wryly. Apart from the knowledge that she would be playing well out of her league, Ramon Perez was a married man. �I shall treat Señor Crianza Perez exactly as I would treat anyone else,’ she said confidently.

Don Alfonso shook his head. �I’m afraid that may not prove an effective tactic in this case.’

�Well, we will just have to find a way to make Señor Perez understand that finca Fuego Montoya is not up for sale, Don Alfonso. This is my home,’ she said with a sweeping gesture. �And I intend to stay here for the rest of my life.’

The lawyer sucked in a deep breath as he flagged up his defeat with his hands. �So be it, Señorita Wilson. If those are your instructions—’

�They are, Don Alfonso,’ Annalisa said firmly.



She was out in the yard when the low-slung black car screamed to a halt. Tossing back her wrist-thick ebony plait, Annalisa wiped her arm across her face as she waited for the dust cloud to settle. When she saw who was coming towards her she tensed. What on earth was Ramon Perez doing here? And why had she decided today of all days to emulate the local women by tucking her lightweight cotton skirt into her underwear while she worked?

Her mind revolved like a Catherine wheel, throwing off excuses…the hen hutches needed repairing…her shorts were drying on the line…

�Buenos días, señorita!’ Ramon called out as he strode towards her, swiping the thick coating of limestone dust off his close-fitting jeans.

As he drew nearer she could see his sensuous mouth beginning to curve in the suspicion of a grin. And then he scanned her from head to foot.

�I like your outfit,’ he commented approvingly.

Damn! Damn! Damn! Annalisa thought, wrenching her skirt free.

This was not the sort of meeting she had anticipated! She had instructed Don Alfonso to arrange something very different. Something cool and collected in the centre of town. In his shady, peaceful office—wearing suits, for goodness’ sake!

�Thank you,’ she said, hoping there was enough of a casual note in her voice to fool Ramon into believing she was as composed as he was. She smoothed the crumpled fabric to a modest length around her calves and plucked at the low-cut cotton top that had once been white. �I bought it in the village.’

�I would never have guessed,’ he murmured, turning away to study the various outbuildings before she had a chance to gauge his expression.

Even when the attention of those dark and disturbing eyes was deflected he had presence to spare, Annalisa thought, wishing she could relax.

�You have plenty of work ahead of you,’ he called back to her. �These barns don’t look too safe. You mustn’t think of housing animals.’

�I have no intention of doing so.’ She wished she could keep the edginess out of her voice. But the sight of those strong tanned hands thrust into the pockets of his jeans—

He fielded her peppery response with a laconic, �Forgive me, Annalisa. I am sure you will take every precaution. I did not mean to challenge your intentions.’

But his eyes said otherwise. They were watchful and amused as he turned to face her while he raked his thick black hair into order.

�That’s OK,’ Annalisa lied, knowing her pale skin betrayed her feelings at the most inappropriate moments. �So, why are you here, Señor Perez?’

A grin tugged at one corner of his mouth. �I would have thought that was obvious.’ When she didn’t answer, he explained, �To see you, of course.’

�Me?’ He was viewing her discomfort with a worrying degree of interest, she thought.

He gave a brief nod. �Don Alfonso came to see me on your behalf…to arrange a meeting. To discuss water rights.’

Annalisa tensed. He didn’t need to say any more. The water was her Achilles’ heel. If she was going to restore the orange groves, the closest source of fresh water ran across Ramon’s land. �In town. In his office,’ she agreed quickly. �Not here.’

�Why not here?’

She squared her shoulders, as if signalling her refusal to be drawn into a debate out of the hearing of her lawyer. �What have you really come for, Señor Perez?’

Ramon dipped his head to bait her with his compelling stare. �To make sure you got home safely.’

�Ah, yes,’ Annalisa said awkwardly, realising she should have said something sooner. �I can’t thank you and Margarita enough—’

He brushed off her gratitude with a gesture. �And to return this,’ he said, uncurling one large fist to reveal her tiny bikini.

A sharp sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan escaped her lips as she stepped forward to take it from him. But as one looping bra strap fell over her fingers, he reeled her in with a snap of his wrist. For a long moment they both stood motionless. Then at last he murmured, �Do you like playing games with me, Annalisa?’

Every tiny hair on her body stood erect as his warm breath caressed her senses. She had no way of seeing the expression on his face. At that moment her eyes were level with the third button down on his shirt. Was he talking about the water rights…the sale of the finca? Or something else…something on a far more personal level? That possibility made her shake her head emphatically as she struggled to remain immune to the very masculine heat coming from him. It was a heat with very different properties from the scorching midday sun. It was a heat that beat at her senses with unrelenting purpose…

�Would you like to?’ he growled, so close to her ear that she shivered involuntarily. And then, as if he had received the answer he was looking for, he laughed as if it was indeed just a game to him and let her go.

�I think it’s you who is playing games,’ Annalisa declared, struggling to hide the fact that she was very shaken indeed. �But thank you anyway for returning my—’

�I was curious to see for myself the condition of the estate,’ Ramon broke in, as if nothing unusual had passed between them.

How could he change pace as smoothly as that? Annalisa wondered, fighting for equilibrium as he moved away from her to stroll around the yard.

If Don Alfonso had wanted to remind her that Ramon Perez was unlike any other man she had ever met, he could not have orchestrated a better demonstration! And the fact that Ramon was forbidden fruit failed to stop her heart from careering around her chest—whilst apparently he was able to remain detached and totally in control.

Her mouth firmed into a determined line as she weighed him up. Just acknowledging the attraction she felt for him was enough to make her feel guilty. But guilt was an emotion that seemed to have bypassed Ramon Perez completely. To hell with gratitude! This was power play at its most refined. It was time to sharpen up her game and get her mind back in gear. The way he was prowling around her yard proved that this visit was nothing more than an excuse to take stock…to weigh up the opposition. But at least this was the sort of predator she could understand…and deal with. All Ramon Perez cared about was gauging how little he would need to pay to take the finca off her hands!

�Have you seen everything you came for now?’ Annalisa demanded.

�For now,’ he agreed. �And I’m glad I came—’

�To evaluate the competition?’ she supplied tersely.

He allowed the silence to hang between them for a few moments, and when he did speak his voice sounded mildly bemused. �Competition, Annalisa?’

The challenge pierced her defences, releasing a flood of sensation into her tense frame. Too late to bite off her tongue! The damage was done. She had to tread a lot more carefully. Know your enemy… Don’t reveal all your cards at once… As far as Ramon knew, she was just some small-town girl getting in his way…an easy target. Far better to leave it like that than to give him any advance warning of her plans…

Her plans? Annalisa’s glance swept the ground as Ramon continued to study her. She had plenty of dreams…but no plans…not yet. They couldn’t be formulated until she knew exactly what it would take to launch the orange groves as a commercial venture. The only thing she was sure about was that nothing could be accomplished without the fresh water that ran across Ramon’s land.

Suddenly the enormity of the task she was taking on hit her square in the chest. The last thing she needed was to alert Ramon to the fact that everything hinged on him—or that where fruit production was concerned she was a complete novice. To have the slightest hope of allaying his suspicions she had to show more self-assurance, put everything back on a business footing—broach the subject of his water when his guard was down.

�Won’t you come inside for a cooling drink?’ she suggested briskly, heading off towards the house. But her heart was beating so hard she felt sure he would hear it. Perhaps he wouldn’t follow. Self-assurance was all very well in theory!

But as she reached the heavy iron-studded front door she realised he was right behind her.

�I’d love a drink,’ he murmured. �If it’s not too much trouble?’

�No trouble at all,’ she said, trying to ignore the tingles of awareness spinning up and down her spine.

The moment she closed the door behind them she knew it was a mistake. Her hand was actually trembling when she lifted it away from the handle. Enclosed within four walls, Ramon’s presence seemed to invade every nook and cranny. It was as if she was seeing the homely room for the first time—but through his eyes. On her way to the business end of the kitchen she managed to backhand a stack of documents into the bureau, plump a couple of cushions on the sofa and sweep up her mug and plate from breakfast, all without breaking stride.

�Don’t go to any trouble on my account,’ he drawled, when she discreetly removed the contents of the draining board and put them in the sink.

�I’m not. I—’ Having given him the best she could manage in coolly composed faces, Annalisa found her gaze trapped by a pair of very dangerous black eyes…and it seemed a very long time indeed before he turned away to inhale deeply and appreciatively.

�You’ve certainly breathed fresh life into the old place.’

So he had visited the finca before. Probably as soon as her father died…looking around the place with a view to buy… And that, more than likely, was exactly what he was doing now! But in spite of every misgiving she was proud of the newly decorated interior. She had completed every bit herself and he was the first person to see the changes.

She had kept everything simple and in keeping with the rustic setting. The kitchen floor was tiled in natural terracotta and she had placed a huge rug in shades of russet, cream and slate blue in the centre of the room. There was a wicker basket full of fruit on the scrubbed table, and another containing vegetables awaiting preparation by the sink. She had dressed the windows with simple linen blinds and a profusion of plants and herbs competed for space on each window ledge.

He made a sound of approval as he turned full circle. �Congratulations. I’m impressed.’

Praise indeed! She relaxed a little. �What would you like to drink?’

�Chilled water.’

While she was busy at the dresser, fetching tumblers, she watched him out of the corner of her eye—roaming about while he waited, running his hands along the walls and stopping occasionally to give them a sharp rap with his closed fist. Her thoughts were in turmoil because…because he was acting like a prospective purchaser, she decided hotly.

As his gaze tracked across the ceiling she heard him murmur thoughtfully, �Structural improvements will have to be made before next winter.’

�I have already come to that conclusion myself, Señor Perez,’ Annalisa heard herself snap as she held out the glass of water.

The ghost of a smile was the only sign that he had registered her ruffled tone of voice. �I am sure you have,’ he agreed pleasantly. �Why don’t you call me Ramon, Annalisa? Señor Perez sounds so formal.’

Common sense screamed at her to keep the relationship on a formal footing, but pride insisted they were equals. Why not call him by his first name? He had no difficulty using hers. But as she poured herself a glass of water Annalisa realised her hands were still trembling. Ramon’s invasion of this, her private space, was far more unnerving than she could ever have anticipated.

Avoiding eye contact as she shucked some ice into the glass, she drank deeply, relishing the cool sensation as it tracked through a body that was perilously overheated.

Waiting until she had come out of hiding from behind the glass, Ramon issued a reminder. �It was you who called a meeting between us.’

�Yes,’ Annalisa protested, �but I don’t propose to hold it here…now.’

The look he gave her suggested that Ramon Perez was a man who had never learned the meaning of the word no.

�OK,’ he said without missing a beat. �Let’s make it dinner.’




CHAPTER TWO


�DINNER!’

�Don’t sound so shocked,’ Ramon insisted. �I’m only suggesting a light meal…fresh fish…’ Then he shrugged, adding as an afterthought, �And perhaps a drop of champagne.’

�Don’t you think it’s a little early for celebrations?’ Annalisa jumped in defensively. She might be eager to start discussions about water rights, but champagne made it all sound too much like a fait accompli—for him!

�We both have to eat,’ he said matter-of-factly. �If we do so together we can talk things through. Unless you have other plans, of course?’

She tried racking her brain for some excuse, but every brain cell was on strike. �Well… No, I don’t… But—’

�But?’ Ramon queried, one sable brow raised in sardonic challenge.

How could he even ask? She steeled herself to ask the question. �What about Margarita?’

He frowned. �Margarita is in England at the moment. She was sorry to miss you at the house. She was packing. Well, Annalisa? What do you say?’

�Say?’ she repeated, transfixed by the sight of his lean tanned fingers feathering an exploration over the tender surface of one of her plants.

�Dinner. Tonight,’ he repeated, more sharply.

It would be a statement, not a question, she realised, if she didn’t get her brain in gear fast. �I don’t think Margarita—’

�What the hell has Margarita got to do with this?’ Ramon demanded impatiently.

�But she’s your—’

�Margarita does not interest herself in my business affairs,’ he cut in coolly.

Well, that she could believe after the way Don Alfonso reacted when she told him she intended to work. �I’m not sure—’

�You’re not sure?’ Ramon said incredulously. �I thought you would be as keen as I am to discuss the future of finca Fuego Montoya.’

Annalisa’s heart-rate steadied fractionally. In the course of her work she dealt with just as many men as women. The fact that Ramon proposed to open negotiations over dinner was purely a convenience for both of them. He knew how busy she was at the finca, and there was no reason to suppose his working day was any less demanding.

�I need an answer,’ he reminded her sharply. �Or if you prefer we can leave it to our lawyers to draw up an agreement.’

He knew she would never agree to that. She was already far too committed to the finca. �No, I prefer to handle this myself.’

His eyebrow quirked expressively. �As you wish.’

His scrutiny made her uncomfortable at the best of times. Right now his flagrantly male presence shrank the room around them, giving her nowhere to look but straight up into his disturbingly lambent gaze.

She had to say something. Refusing his offer would make her look weak—hardly the best opening gambit. She held his gaze for a few moments, then agreed coolly, �Before we involve our respective legal teams there’s no harm in laying our cards on the table.’

�I couldn’t agree more,’ he said. �We can do that over dinner, and once we come to an understanding we can instruct our lawyers.’

Annalisa’s smile grew more confident. Now he was talking her language. Though whether her work as a newly qualified solicitor equipped her to do battle with Ramon Perez remained to be seen—even with all of Don Alfonso’s years of experience to back her up. But, still, it would be better to have some idea of what she was up against. �Dinner will be fine,’ she said firmly.

�Good,’ he said with a formal nod as he turned for the door. �I’ll pick you up around nine.’

�I’ll look forward to it.’

She waited until the throaty roar of Ramon’s sports car had died away before racing upstairs to change. There wasn’t much point in entering discussions if she didn’t have a clue how to make the best use of his water. And she had no intention of looking foolish. If only she hadn’t been so busy making the finca attractive to prospective purchasers she might have paid more attention to the mechanics of fruit production. But what had started out as a short trip to lay the ghost of her Spanish father, sell his estates and return to England with enough money to set up her own legal practice, had suddenly mushroomed into something quite different. And now she had committed herself to the revival of the finca, she wasn’t about to back down.

Plucking some clean clothes out of her wardrobe, she shrugged them on and hurried out. Chances were the same people who’d used to work at the finca still lived in the village. She would seek them out and ask for advice.



Standing beneath the creaking hand-painted sign of the local bodega, Annalisa groaned. The owner, Juan, spoke a crazy form of Spanglish, but somehow they managed to communicate. She had gone straight to him, knowing he was a mine of information. But now… She blew some strands of hair off her face as she pulled away from the wall. Her head was bursting with facts. Whether she would be able to marshal them in time for her meeting with Señor Perez…

�Pigs,’ she murmured fiercely, distractedly, as she marched off down the narrow pavement. That was one thing Juan had been adamant about. Pigs snuffled up the fallen fruit and kept the ground clean once it had all been cleared and weeded.

She stopped outside the bakery, not really seeing the rows of delicious pastries and fat crusty loaves, her mind full of Juan’s insistence that she clear out every single weed. She could have repeated his mantra by heart: weeds were the enemy; weeds drank all the water. And water… Annalisa’s mouth tipped down at the corners as she remembered what else he had said. �Feuds could last for generations where the precious agua was concerned.’

Didn’t she know it! she thought with a sigh, seeking sanctuary in the bakery.

�Señorita?’

The vibrant woman behind the counter was the best possible advertisement for her fragrant assortment of freshly baked wares. Thrumming with vitality, she carried her weight lightly, and a dazzling flash of strong white teeth underscored the glow of genuine welcome in her attractive nut-brown eyes.

�I don’t suppose…no,’ Annalisa said, shaking her head as if to shake some sense back into it. The smiling shopkeeper probably wouldn’t even understand her haphazard mix of Spanish and English, let alone know where she could lay her hands on some pigs.

�How can I help you, señorita? What about this?’

Annalisa’s eyes cleared as she looked at the generous slice of moist chocolate cake the woman was holding out for her inspection. Tearing her gaze away from the delicious-looking treat, she exclaimed happily, �You speak English!’

�Many years ago I worked in a household where English was spoken,’ the woman agreed cheerfully. Then, taking another glance at Annalisa, she placed the cake on her scales. �I recommend this when life gets on top of you. One bite and—’ She smacked her lips together and shut her eyes in sublime concentration.

It took Annalisa about two seconds to decide that a few moments of bliss couldn’t hurt. �I’m sure you’re right,’ she said reaching for her purse. �I’m Annalisa Wilson, by the way. I moved into the finca Fuego Montoya—’

�And I am Maria Teresa Gonzalez,’ the cheerful assistant said placing the succulent portion of cake into a candyfloss-pink box. �If you need anything else, señorita,’ she insisted, deftly securing the container with a length of silver ribbon, �please don’t wait until you are worried. Come straight to me.’

�Well, as it happens…’



Maria Teresa was the answer to her prayers, Annalisa mused, feeling a rush of confidence as she put the finishing touches to her make-up that evening. Now she could meet Ramon with her head held high. Half an hour with Maria was as good as a year in the village. Pigs? No problem. A lusty cockerel to drill some life into her lethargic hens? He would be delivered tomorrow.

Better yet, Maria shared the bakery business with numerous relatives and could spare the time to help out at the finca. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she knew every worker who had ever been employed at finca Fuego Montoya.

Oh, yes, Annalisa thought, taking a last look at herself in the mirror. Now she was ready for anything… Even Ramon Perez? a small but insistent voice in the back of her mind demanded. Narrowing her eyes, she answered back, �Oh, yes. Especially him.’



Never, never again! Annalisa buried her head under the black satin pillows as she tried to convince herself. But the erotic reminders were everywhere… In the crumpled bedding, the evocative scent of him, and in the gentle swell of the waves as they rocked her in this, Ramon’s cradle of seductive opulence.

OK, admit it, she thought, sitting bolt upright again. He had set the bait and she had gobbled it up. Had she no pride, no scruples, no principles? And that was just on the personal front. The thought that she had slept with a married man filled her with horror enough, but who in their right mind slept with the opposition? A first-year law student would have shown more sense!

Dinner had sounded so harmless…so innocent. But dinner on Ramon’s yacht was pleasure squared. Romantic, sensuous, seductive… It wasn’t even as if he had made any secret of his wider intentions. As far as Ramon Perez was concerned there was no urgency. Even the sequence of events was irrelevant to him. But he would own finca Fuego Montoya…and take her to bed.

�What are you doing?’

Annalisa jumped guiltily and grabbed the sheet to cover herself as Ramon strolled back into the stateroom. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut until they burned as hot as her face, she sent desperate mind messages for him to leave. He was a married man—out of bounds, out of the question! Where was her common sense? Her sanity? As remorse bludgeoned her emotions she stretched out her long legs, searching for some cool spot to soothe her overheated senses. But she only succeeded in setting up some delicious after-shocks in a region of her body that insisted on responding to Ramon however hard she fought to remain detached.

�Get up.’ His voice was sharp.

And was that contempt too?

�Look at me, Annalisa,’ he warned when she only buried herself deeper under the sheets. �This won’t work.’ And, crossing to the bed, he deftly flipped back the covers.

With an exclamation of alarm Annalisa snatched out a hand to grab them back, then realised that instead of being naked, as she had expected, she was in fact wearing the top half of a pair of rather elegant pyjamas. Clearly made for a man, in burgundy-coloured silk piped with black, they did an excellent job of preserving her modesty. With her vision partly obscured by tousled hair, she slowly raised her head.

Fresh from the shower, Ramon was wearing a dark grey impeccably tailored suit, which he had teamed with a crisp white shirt and a sober silk tie in shades of blue. Business uniform, she realised, vaguely recalling a phone call to Don Alfonso some time the previous evening to arrange a meeting in his office.

�What time is it?’ she asked, trying desperately to instil some normality into the situation.

�That’s better,’ he said approvingly, seeing that she was at last making some effort to wake up.

There was amusement in his expression and, watching his lips, Annalisa found her mind wandering back—or rather stumbling back through a half-remembered tangle of impressions… Shock rippled through her when she thought what must have happened between them.

�You might want to drag your focus away from me and go and freshen up,’ he suggested coolly.

It wasn’t that easy, not when you had just spent the night together…and his arrogance pointed to there being another notch on his bedpost. But if that were the case would he not show some reaction? Even scorn would be better than nothing.

�The meeting with our legal teams is at eleven,’ he said pointedly, �and it is now—’ he shot a glance at his wristwatch �—a little past ten o’ clock.’

His commanding voice managed to convey any manner of things, but nothing of a personal nature. Mortified, Annalisa drew her knees up to her chin as he went on.

�As there is no time for you to return to the finca, I have taken the liberty of having a suitable outfit delivered to the yacht. I hope you will find it to your liking.’ With a look he drew her attention to an Armani suit hanging inside an otherwise empty wardrobe.

Under anything approaching normal circumstances she would have been ecstatic. But right now it was the final humiliation! No doubt this was his way of paying her off. Or maybe he was just cruelly underlining the fact that unwittingly she had been more suitably dressed for seduction than business the previous evening. The black slip-dress had seemed a good idea at the time, simple yet sophisticated. Her only nod towards frivolity had been a pair of high-heeled mules. And she had taken care to see that her unusually full breasts were safely concealed beneath a dove-grey cashmere shawl…

But in a sudden flashback she remembered the shoes going even before she embarked! She had taken them off to preserve the teak decks as they’d approached the gangplank, steadying herself with her hands planted tentatively on Ramon’s arm… And as the white cruiser had slipped its moorings the sea breeze had plucked at the shawl until Ramon took it and handed it to a member of his uniformed crew.

Dinner had been set out on deck under a protective glass canopy. Just the two of them, waited on by men like shadows who had known just when to attend and when to disappear. As the sleek hull had sliced through a mirror-flat sea she had begun to sip the first glass of champagne…

�I think you’d better take a cold shower,’ Ramon observed briskly.

Her dazed eyes transferred slowly to his face. �What?’

�A cold shower,’ he repeated patiently, as if trying to coax a child into action.

And, if she had wanted some reassurance of his intentions, there was not a hint of seduction on his face. Last night it had been the easiest thing in the world to adapt to Ramon’s sybaritic lifestyle, but mornings were something else! Perhaps he would mellow over breakfast. The tone of his voice when he crossed the stateroom to fling open the curtains extinguished that hope.

�I’ll have a tray of fruit juice and croissants brought to you.’

Hard to believe that dinner had placed her in such a hypnotic trance… How else could she explain how she had come to be leaning her head on his shoulder? Annalisa frowned as she tried to remember just when Ramon had removed his dinner jacket, opened the buttons on his shirt, turned back the cuffs, revealing strong, tanned arms shaded with dark hair? It was all so hazy…

�I’ll run the shower for you,’ he barked, interrupting her reverie with an impatient gesture. �And then I’ll wait for you on deck. If you care about the finca at all, you have exactly half an hour to get ready.’

She shook her head as she struggled to recall a single clear detail from the night before. She vaguely remembered leaning forward to reach for the champagne flute…somehow their fingers had touched. Then, removing the glass from her hand, Ramon had settled her back against the sofa—

�Annalisa! How can you expect to do business with me when you won’t even get out of bed? I thought I told you to get up.’

�I’m sorry… I…I was thinking about last night—’

His expression was like a slap in the face. �There’s no time for that now.’

Stiffening her resolve, she sat up and confronted him. �Didn’t you enjoy yourself?’

�The meal was good,’ he admitted impatiently.

�And the rest?’ She watched as he mashed the door handle impatiently.

�The champagne was a good year—other than that I have no idea what you are talking about.’

Angrily she turned her back on him.

For a brief moment he remained silent and then he gave a short, virile laugh. �Allow me to reassure you, Annalisa. If there had been anything else between us apart from a meal last night you would remember.’

�So, we didn’t…?’ Her glance flickered up to his face and away again.

�You are not accustomed to champagne,’ he observed coolly. �Do you think I would take advantage of you?’

She studied the stitching on the amethyst silk counterpane and made no reply.

�This is a very large boat,’ he said dismissively. �Let me reassure you that I slept alone. Now, get in the shower before I throw you over my shoulder and hose you down myself!’



During the meeting in Don Alfonso’s dignified wood-panelled office it soon became clear that Ramon’s legal team was picking holes in every suggestion made by the older man. Or perhaps it was just that he represented a different age and things had moved on, Annalisa thought, glancing around the table. The average age of Ramon’s team couldn’t have been more than thirty, and, boy, were they sharp. She was being forced to jump in constantly to defend her corner, knowing that many a fatal barb could be clothed in legalese.

The old adage, �Why pay a dog and bark yourself?’ sprang to her mind, but Don Alfonso had come highly recommended by… No. That was it. Don Alfonso had written to her stating that he had been one of her father’s most trusted legal representatives. Everything about the bequest had come as such a bolt from the blue and she had had no reason to doubt him. However, the situation concerning agreed boundaries and water rights was far more complicated than she could ever have imagined…perhaps even beyond Don Alfonso’s capabilities.

But with Ramon’s gaze likely to fall on her at any moment it was the wrong time to admit that she had made so little enquiry into the details before jumping headlong into her new life. And after last night’s fiasco she was determined to keep what little remained of her pride intact. She tensed as Ramon stopped the meeting with an imperative gesture.

Looking straight at her across the table, he said, �I take it that Señorita Wilson has been fully apprised of every aspect of this dispute?’

Dispute? Annalisa looked questioningly at him and then at Don Alfonso. Out of respect for her mother’s feelings she had made no enquiries whatever during her lifetime about the mysterious Spaniard who was her father, let alone any disputes that might have affected him. And Don Alfonso had volunteered no information beyond what she had requested.

Don Alfonso’s warning glance urged her to let him speak for her as he rose to his feet. At once Ramon yielded the floor to the older man.

�Señorita Wilson would no doubt benefit from hearing your interpretation of the problems you both face,’ Don Alfonso began vaguely.

So they shared some difficulty, Annalisa thought, wondering what it might be. She watched Ramon incline his head in gracious assent. She might have expected him to jump down Don Alfonso’s throat for suggesting he suffered problems just like any ordinary mortal. But there was not so much as a flicker of impatience on his face. How attractive he was, she thought, relishing the chance to gaze at him without attracting curiosity as he rose to speak. What a tragedy to find herself ranged against him! And worse still to know he was spoken for…

�As Señorita Wilson is already aware,’ Ramon began, his low, resonant voice commanding the whole room’s attention, �our fathers were partners. When my father died,’ he added, directing his gaze straight at Annalisa, �I inherited his share of the business.’

He paused, and that moment seemed like an eternity to Annalisa. She stared fixedly at a small knot of wood on the polished table while shockwaves pummelled her mind. She struggled to take in this latest breathtaking revelation. The only thing she had known about her Spanish father was that he had deserted her mother shortly before she was born. As far as she was aware they had never heard from him again. To discover that he had not only been a man of property, but had been involved in business with one of the most powerful families in Spain, was a staggering discovery… But why hadn’t Don Alfonso mentioned this to her when he must have known? Feeling Ramon staring at her, she glanced up distractedly, but as his focus sharpened she looked away.

�On her twenty-fifth birthday,’ he continued, �Señorita Wilson discovered that she had inherited a large tract of land here in Menorca. Land that had been left in trust for her by her late father, Don Pedro di Fuego Montoya.’

A wave of emotion broke over Annalisa as Ramon mentioned her father’s name. His voice contained such affection and respect. There had clearly been a bond between the two men, a bond that both thrilled and frightened her. It made Ramon Perez part of her life whether she liked it or not. And now all the men around the table were bowing their heads, as if they remembered her father quite differently from the way she had always imagined him. Her mother’s refusal to talk about him had always led Annalisa to suppose that her absentee Spanish father must have caused some dreadful hurt. Wasn’t his neglect proof enough of that?

She looked up again to hear Ramon say, �This land was his to give freely. I have no dispute over title with Señorita Wilson.’

Don Alfonso made another discreet signal to silence Annalisa. �You wish to purchase a piece of this land in order to advance your plans for development in the area?’ he asked.

�That is correct,’ Ramon agreed. �I had imagined the new owner of the finca would be eager to sell. But that was before I met Señorita Wilson. Now I realise Señorita Wilson has plans of her own. However, in order for the orange groves to be restored to full production she will require a constant supply of fresh water: water that runs across my land.’

He stopped, his expression unfathomable. But Annalisa had heard enough. She sprang to her feet. �I admit my intentions are still in the planning stage, but I can tell you two things: whatever difficulties are placed in my way, I intend to make my home in Menorca, and finca Fuego Montoya is not for sale.’

�Is the property viable?’ one of Ramon’s young lawyers asked doubtfully. �Even forgetting the problem you will have obtaining sufficient fresh water for your commercial activities, I heard the house was in a terrible state.’

Emotionally, Annalisa was wrung out. Deciding to keep the finca had left her stranded on an island of uncertainty, where she was bombarded by facts and revelations and, worst of all, the scrutiny of a man who seemed capable of seeing beyond her professional façade to the vulnerable core beneath. Her glance flashed up as he began to speak again.

�You have not seen the finca recently,’ he said, glancing first around the table and then back at her.

His eyes, Annalisa saw, had warmed past a point that was safe. And his voice when he spoke again wrapped around her like a comfort blanket, even though he directed his comments to everyone.

�Señorita Wilson has made many improvements already—’

Feeling an ominous pricking at the back of her eyes, she pulled herself together fast. Ramon as adversary was bad enough… Ramon back-pedalling out of concern for her feelings was really worrying.

�And Don Alfonso assures me that she has sufficient funds,’ Ramon finished, with a �so that’s an end of it’ shrug.

Then either Don Alfonso knew something she didn’t, or he had stretched the truth past breaking point, Annalisa thought uncomfortably as she sank back in her chair. When the sale went through for her modest home in England she might just be able to scrape together enough money to mend the roof, and perhaps even lay some sort of proper road to the property. But as for purchasing land from Ramon to secure irrigation for her fruit?

Picking up her pen, she stabbed at her notepad as if trying to pin down an idea. �I will restore the orange groves to full production,’ she insisted stubbornly, feeling her throat dry as she gave voice to her plans—plans that even she knew were ambitious to the point of being reckless. She had come to the island knowing nothing at all about agriculture, and even less about oranges. But she could learn… She would learn. �It is my intention to live and work at the finca,’ she went on, conscious that she had everyone’s full attention now. �And I mean to provide employment for as many of the local villagers as I can.’

Rapt faces stared up at her in frozen surprise, but only Ramon shifted slightly in his seat as he murmured, �Bravo!’

�But the strip of coastline,’ one of his team reminded him, clearing his throat to break the trance-like state of his companions. �The strip you need to complete the marina, Señor Perez. Surely Señorita Wilson will not require a beach as part of her plans to re-establish the orange groves?’

Annalisa tensed. So that was Ramon’s angle. So much for his concern…his kind words! She would be better off taking Don Alfonso’s advice. At least he was honest! �The coastline is not negotiable,’ she said coldly.

�All things are negotiable,’ Ramon argued amiably.

�My client has had a lot to take in,’ Don Alfonso said, excusing her with a shrug. �I should like a month to look into everything with Señorita Wilson. After which she may well reconsider how much of the land is necessary to her plans and how much is superfluous.’ He gave another shrug as he looked around the table.

Every face swung to Ramon. He nodded briefly. �That seems fair, Don Alfonso, but a lot can happen in the time you ask for, so I shall require weekly updates.’

�We’ll see to it,’ one of his lawyers said, making a note.

�No,’ Ramon said quietly, planting both hands firmly on top of the table. �I’m going to handle this myself.’

Annalisa silenced her gasp. And, staring around, she saw she was not alone in her surprise. The inscrutable faces of the lawyers had slipped just enough to prove that Ramon would normally delegate such an insignificant matter.

�This is a sensitive case,’ he continued, as if that was explanation enough. �And I am keen to achieve a settlement that will satisfy both Señorita Wilson and myself. After all,’ he said wryly, �it appears we are going to be neighbours whatever the outcome.’

Sensing the power and determination of her adversary, Annalisa tensed. It was as if a silken net had been cast by so skilled a hand she had barely felt it land on top of her…until it was too late. Swinging away from his knowing glance, she felt her heart thump ominously as Don Alfonso rose from the table. Directing his comments to Ramon, he inclined his head graciously.

�We are honoured to have your personal input, Señor Perez. I am sure we can reach an amicable agreement. If it is convenient to Señorita Wilson and yourself, I will arrange our first briefing for the same time, one week from today.’

Now it was Annalisa’s turn to be the centre of attention, and again she felt Ramon watching her with that stillness she had already identified as his particular hallmark. �That’s fine with me,’ she agreed in a voice that gave nothing away. What else could she say? She was in this to the finish and she had to keep track of Ramon’s designs on her land…maybe even think up a way to barter some of her shoreline in exchange for his water…

As the meeting concluded the tension eased.

�Lunch?’ Ramon said, directing the question straight at her.

It was the very last thing Annalisa had been expecting. She felt at a disadvantage from every point of view. She needed time to regroup, to recover… �Oh, no,’ she said quickly. �I’m not even hungry.’

�Or thirsty?’ he teased gently.

�I never drink in the middle of the day, Señor Perez.’

�You mean I can’t even tempt you with a single glass of champagne?’

�Ah, now you make me wish I was joining you,’ Don Alfonso said as he ushered them both out of the door.

�Lucky for you he didn’t see that expression on your face,’ Ramon said as he accompanied her across the street.

The touch of his hand on her arm even through two layers of fabric was electrifying. The knowledge that he was only being courteous should have filled her with relief, but shock came first and put a chill in her voice. �I never want to hear the word champagne again.’

�That sounds like a challenge to me,’ Ramon threatened softly.

�I’m serious.’ But even Annalisa knew her words lacked conviction.

�For now,’ Ramon murmured, increasing the pressure of his fingers enough to invade her body with warmth in a way that was both seductive and alarming. �We’ll stop off for something to eat on the way back to the finca.’

That was a really bad idea! She told him so.

�Why not? I’ll drive you home.’

And then…? �I can take a taxi,’ Annalisa told him, willing her voice to stay firm.

�Why do that when you don’t have to?’

She stopped and looked up at him. Was it that muscle working in his jaw, the smouldering amusement and confidence in his eyes, or the curve of his lips? Did it even matter? One thing she was sure about. There could be no such thing as a harmless friendship with a man like Ramon Perez.

�I’m going to take a taxi because you haven’t been straight with me,’ she said, for want of a better excuse. But even as she tried to free her arm from his grip he tightened his hold.

�What are you talking about now?’ he asked, catching hold of her other arm and drawing her round in front of him.

The tang of warm clean male laced with sandalwood and musk was almost too much to bear. �The shoreline…for your marina,’ she said, whipping her head away from the evocative scent.

�The fresh water for your orange groves,’ he countered lightly.

Annalisa gasped as he cupped her chin in one hand and brought her round to face him again. �You didn’t tell me about your plans for a marina,’ she whispered, shutting her eyes tight as his fingers strayed beyond the sensitive area just behind her ear to mesh through her hair.

�And Don Alfonso didn’t tell you that your father and I were partners…did he, Annalisa?’ Ramon countered, releasing her abruptly.

She had been right to accept that intuitive warning. Ramon was a man that any woman would need an anaesthetic to resist. She took a moment or two to steady her nerves. �I’m not sure… I—’

He cut in impatiently. �And that’s not the only piece of vital information he failed to give you. Is it, Annalisa?’

She shared his irritation at the incompetence of her lawyer, but a peculiar loyalty to someone who had once worked for her father prevailed. She wouldn’t get rid of Don Alfonso. She would just have to mug up on Spanish law in her spare time. Spare time? That was a joke! �Don Alfonso hasn’t had a chance to fill me in on every detail,’ she said casually, noting the look of suspicion in his eyes.

�You don’t know much about your father, do you, Annalisa?’ he pressed shrewdly.

�No, I—’ She flicked her wrist in a gesture that suggested she didn’t want to either, at this late stage.

�If you intend to live in his house…employ his workers…make your home in the village where he was born—’

�Surely the approach I take where that is concerned is up to me?’

�OK,’ Ramon agreed. �Perhaps it is too soon to revisit the past. But there’s a lot to talk about besides that, and it won’t hurt you to have lunch with me. You survived dinner—’

�Barely,’ she reminded him quickly. And before she could stop it the hint of a smile warmed her eyes.

But Ramon appeared not to notice and only hummed a brief note of agreement before grabbing her arm to steer her across the street. �I’m glad that’s settled,’ she heard him murmur as they wove their way through some ambling tourists.

His self-assurance jolted Annalisa out of her complacency. �No!’ she said, almost causing a pile-up as she stopped dead in her tracks.

�What’s wrong now?’

Could a voice seduce you? she wondered, trying desperately to ground herself in the day-to-day bustle of the city street. �I’m not sure we should.’

�Should what?’

His molten gaze was like liquid heat. It seemed to steal into every part of her. �Be together when Margarita—’ She felt her throat dry, attempted to swallow and gave up.

�This is work,’ Ramon broke in impatiently. �We’ve just had a business meeting. I need to eat. You need to eat.’ He stared at her intently, as if daring her to argue.

She was being ridiculous. This was business—for both of them, Annalisa reminded herself, firming up her glance. And if she wanted to avoid making a fool of herself for a second time in twenty-four hours she should accept his invitation for what it was and stop running scared.

�This will just be a quick lunch with no champagne. Deal?’ he demanded.

Taking her silence for assent, Ramon opened the door of his black Porsche and stood aside as he waited for her to climb in.

Mashing her lips together, Annalisa forced her feet to move. Right now running scared seemed not just the sensible option, but the only option. Then Ramon slammed the door and it was too late. She watched him stalk around to the driver’s side. Confidence like his was…irresistible, she realised apprehensively.

Slipping the key into the ignition, he gunned the performance machine into life. �That meeting has given me a real appetite.’

Me too, Annalisa agreed silently, acknowledging the powerful aura of the man beside her, an aura that had nowhere to go but around her, in the luxurious but compact interior.

�Would you like the roof down instead of air-conditioning?’ he asked, turning to look at her.




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