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to go shopping.”

      I frowned at him, suspecting a trick. “No, we don’t.”

      “We do need a stroller,” he said innocently. “A pushcart. For the baby.”

      I could hardly argue with that, since we’d left the umbrella stroller back in San Miguel. “Fine,” I grumbled. “A stroller. That’s it.”

      “You’re very boring.”

      “I’m broke.”

      “I’m not.”

      “Lucky you.”

      “I can buy you things, you know.”

      “I don’t want you to.”

      “Why?”

      I set my jaw. “I’m afraid what they’d cost me.”

      He just answered with an innocent smile, and had his driver take us to the best shops in Knightsbridge, Mayfair and Sloane Street. He bought the most expensive pushcart he could find for Miguel, then pushed it himself, leaving the bodyguards trailing behind us to hold only shopping bags full of clothes and toys for the baby.

      “You said just a stroller!”

      “Surely you wouldn’t begrudge me the chance to buy a few small items for my son?”

      “No,” I sighed. But Alejandro kept pushing the boundaries. All the bodyguards who trailed us were soon weighed down with shopping bags.

      “Now we must get you some clothes, as well,” Alejandro said, smiling as he caught me looking wistfully at the lovely, expensive dresses. I jumped, then blushed guiltily.

      “No. Absolutely not.”

      “It’s the least I can do,” Alejandro replied firmly, “considering it was because of me that you lost your inheritance.”

      “That wasn’t your fault...” I protested. He looked down at me with his big, dark, Spanish eyes.

      “Please let me do this, querida. I must,” he said softly. “Such a small thing. You cannot deny me my desire.”

      I shivered. That was exactly what I was afraid of. That if I couldn’t deny him this, I wouldn’t be able to deny him anything. And soon I’d be putty in his hands again, like a spaniel waiting for her master with slippers in her mouth.

      I’d end up married to a man who didn’t love me. Who would ignore me. And I’d spend the rest of my life like a ghost, haunting his stupid castle.

      Wordlessly, I shook my head. He sighed, looking sad.

      I was proud of myself for sticking to my guns. But as we walked through the expensive shops, Alejandro saw me looking at a pretty dress a second too long. He gave one of his bodyguards a glance, and the man snatched it up in my size.

      “What!” I exclaimed. “No. I don’t want that!”

      “Too bad,” he said smugly. “I just bought it for you.”

      Irritated, I tried to foil Alejandro’s plan by carefully not looking at any of the beautiful clothes, shoes or bags as we walked through the luxury department store and designer boutiques. But that didn’t work, either. He simply started picking things out for me, items far more expensive and flashy than I would have picked out for myself. Instead of the black leather quilted handbag I might have chosen, I found myself suddenly the owner of a handbag in crocodile skin with fourteen-karat-gold fittings and diamonds woven into the chain.

      “I can’t wear that!” I protested. “I’d look a proper fool!”

      He grinned. “If you don’t like me choosing for you, you have to tell me what you want.”

      So I did. I had no choice.

      “Dirty blackmailer,” I grumbled as I picked out a simple cotton sweater from Prada, but his smile only widened.

      The salespeople, sensing blood in the water, left their previous customers to follow eagerly in our wake. The size of our entourage quickly exploded, with salespeople, bodyguards, Alejandro, me and our baby in a stroller so expensive that it, too, might as well have been made of rare leathers and solid gold. Other people turned their heads to watch as we went by, their eyes big as they whispered to each other beneath their hands.

      “I feel conspicuous,” I complained to Alejandro.

      “You deserve to be looked at,” he said. “You deserve everyone’s attention.”

      I was relieved to return to his suite of rooms at the Dorchester, even though it was so fancy, the same suite Elizabeth Taylor had once lived in. I was happy to be alone with him.

      And yet not happy.

      It took a long time for the bodyguards to bring up all the packages. Even with help from the hotel staff.

      “I didn’t realize we bought so much,” I said, blushing.

      Alejandro gave a low laugh as he tipped the staff then turned back. “You hardly bought anything. I would have given you far more.” He looked down at me. Running his hand beneath my jaw, he said softly, “I want to give you more.”

      We stood together, alone in the living room of the suite, and I held my breath. Praying he wouldn’t kiss me. Wishing desperately that he would.

      But with a low laugh, he released me. “Are you hungry?”

      After I fed Miguel and tucked him to bed in the second bedroom, we had an early dinner in the dining room, beneath a crystal chandelier, on an elegant table that would seat eight, with a view not just of London, but of the exact place where, last summer, he’d pressed me against the silver wallpaper and made love to me, hot and fast and fierce against the wall.

      All through dinner, I tried not to look at that wall. Or think about the bed next door.

      I told myself he wasn’t trying to seduce me. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe it was just my delusion, reading desire in his dark, hot glances. It had to be me. He wouldn’t actually be intending to...

      Alejandro suddenly smiled at me. “You are tired. It has been a long day for you.”

      “All that shopping,” I grumbled. He grinned, taking an innocent sip of his after-dinner coffee.

      “I meant before that. Mexico. Claudie. Your sleepless night on the plane...”

      “Oh.” I yawned, as if on cue. “I am a little tired.”

      “So go take some time for yourself. Take a nap. A shower. Go to bed. I will take over.”

      “Take over?”

      “With Miguel.” As I blinked at him in confusion, he lifted a dark eyebrow and added mildly, “Surely you can trust me that far—as far as the next room? If there is any problem, I will wake you. But there won’t be. Go rest.”

      I took a long, hot shower, and it was heaven. Putting on a soft new nightgown straight from the designer bag, I fell into the large bed, knowing that someone else was watching our child as I slept, and I wasn’t on call. That was the most deliciously luxurious thing of all.

      When I woke, early-morning sunlight was streaking across the large bed, where I’d clearly slept alone. Looking at the clock, I saw to my shock I’d slept twelve hours straight—my best night’s sleep in a year. I stretched in bed, yawning, feeling fantastic. Feeling grateful. Alejandro...

      Alejandro!

      He couldn’t possibly have stayed up all night with the baby! He must have left. Jumping out of bed in panic, I flung open the bedroom door, terrified that Alejandro had spirited away our baby and left me behind.

      But Alejandro was in the living room, walking our baby back and forth, singing a Spanish song in his low, deep voice, as Miguel’s eyes grew heavy. Then Alejandro saw me, and he gave me a brilliant smile, even though his eyes, too, looked tired.

      “Buenos

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