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‘It is a celebration,’ he confirne?’

A second glance at the bartender ensured that a bottle of his best was brought out from the wine cooler ‘I want to speak to you,’ he explained ‘So we’re taking this to the ranch house’

‘Oh, are we?’ she said, arching a brow

‘Yes,’ he returned flatly ‘We are’

CHAPTER SIX

‘YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE’ Lizzie turned to ask the bartender if he would pour her a fresh glass of wine ‘Controlling everything within your field of vision ht be acceptable on the polo pitch, but this is my private time, and I decide what I drink, who I drink it with, and where I drink it’

‘So, don’t drink ainst the bar ‘Is there so?’

She looked as if she’d like to say plenty but thought better of it When she firh on adrenalin, Lizzie ound up like a spring He hadn’t seen her so hot for a fight since she was fifteen But there was a difference today She was aroused and couldn’t hide it

‘What are you s at?’ she demanded

‘You’ It had occurred to him that for once in his charo and not for him He was keen to test out his theory Also keen to feel the signs of Lizzie’s arousal pressing into his chest ‘Shall we dance?’

She looked at him with surprise ‘Are you serious?’

‘Perfectly,’ henicely

She sucked in a sharp breath as he curved a s his stare

‘I think we should’

‘I’m sure you do, Senhor Fernandez But my answer’s still no’

‘But this is a celebration, Ms Fane,’ he said, addressing her with the sa for tea’

‘Is that your usual tradition after a gaine you could sell tickets if Nero Caracas were captaining the Assassins, and you danced with Nero’ Also a world-renowned hard man of polo, Nero Caracas was one of Chico’s fiercest opponents on the polo field She’d pay good ether

‘Touché, Ms Fane’ A smile touched his sensual mouth ‘But this occasion calls for a new tradition’ Both his voice and his expression had hardened ‘And you owe me’

‘A dance for savingthe al, ‘I am in your debt’

‘For keeping Danny on,’ he re his heroics

‘You’re glad you kept her on now, aren’t you?’ Lizzie re her triumph into his eyes

‘Danny rides well,’ he conceded,eye contact

‘That’s what competition does for you, senhor’

‘Are you ever going to call ain?’

‘I doubt it’

‘Surely, you mean, maybe’

‘Do I?’ Her eyes were shadowed as she stared at him

‘I would hope so,’ he argued, ‘but shall we address the problem after the dance?’

‘Who said I’ to dance with you?’

‘I did’ Seizing her wrist, he steered Lizzie towards the dance floor There was only so much patience in his bank