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Chapter 1

“Shall I find out who she is, Señor Montero?”

Andrés Montero didn’t immediately answer the discreet question froaze trained on the woo

A hot su the blonde’s hair as she ran From where he stood beneath the palm tree, Andrés watched her shove back the curly strands while shechairs near the path that led to the resort

Lifting his snifter of brandy, he took another sip But it wasn’t the alcohol that warued far more than he cared to admit, he visually traced the soft curves of her breasts beneath a dark blue bikini top, down to the pale glow of her bare stomach, to the flare of her hips concealed beneath a white sarong

Una turista She looked young, with a carefree spirit and optimism he usually had no patience for And yet he experienced a twinge of disappointment as she disappeared inside the luxury hotel a moment later

His luxury hotel

With the reputation as being Spain’s elusive bachelor billionaire—tabloid-dubbed, of course—Andrés never found hi female to warm his bed But he was quite careful and selective of the women who actually made it that far

He swirled his brandy before taking another sip All he had to do was give Pablo the word, and the blonde could be waiting naked in his bed within hours Though first she’d be pulled aside and questioned extensively and discreetly If she met Andrés’ requirements and was interested, she’d be presented with a confidentiality contract

The women, of course, were always interested

He narrowed his eyes and turned his attention to the Mediterranean Sea, which basked in the lavender and coral swirls froo

Already he could i upon s over her shoulder to tease creamy breasts It had been several months since he’d taken a lover, and his body stirred at the ie

But once more, hewith the er of the resort in less than half an hour And he had not arrived at his position in life by thinking with the wrong head

Andrés gave a firracias, Pablo,” he finally ht is for business, not pleasure I think I alk alone for a bit prior to the ”

Chloe Wilkinson slung her backpack over her shoulder and rushed back out of the ee She pushed another unruly hair away froroaned in frustration

Running around She was always running around somewhere at this darn resort At least now she was officially off the clock doing it

She huffed a sigh and picked up her pace Everyone would probably be done swi by the tiotten to grab her backpack? She took it with her everywhere, using it in place of a purse Though thein there hardly had a monetary value

She thought of the aged leather journal that told the story of two people who’d fallen in love…lovers who had now been dead for over a year Chloe’s stomach clenched and a heavy wave of sorrow pricked tiny holes through the excite

Not now Not while she was in Spain

Once again pushing aside the h a side entrance and let herself smile These were the moments she loved theat the posh resort and had a few moments to enjoy the beauty of this country

Stepping onto the path that led to the beach, Chloe clutched the strap of her backpack The pal moon

It was all so ro played by the resort’s musician They did that for the tourists Funny, but after the first couple of weeks in Spain she’d stopped thinking of herself as a tourist This country was in her blood like a fever she couldn’t shake Had no desire to It would be hard returning to the States after being here for two months

She’d been fortunate to get the job at the resort, allowing her to work in Spain Though it helped that she had experience waiting tables back in the States To pay her bills, waitressing had becoazine coluazine was her true passion, and someday she hoped Modern Coquette picked her up for a full-ti on would help that

With a sigh, Chloebetween her toes She closed her eyes for just a ht’s a Hard