Bitter Memories. Margaret Mayo

some other fancy excuses?’

      Alejandro looked at her long and hard. ‘I hardly feel you deserve the truth.’

      ‘Truth?’ Tanya’s brows slid up. ‘You mean a pack of lies? Some way of attempting to absolve yourself? I don’t think I want to hear it.’ He had lied by omission nine years ago, proving he wasn’t a man of integrity. Why should she believe anything he tried to tell her now? And lord, she wished he would move. Her hostility was mixed with an awareness that was proving a very real threat to her sanity.

      ‘In that case there is nothing else I have to say.’ He turned abruptly and marched towards the house, and perversely Tanya wished she hadn’t been so sharp. It would have been interesting to hear what sort of an excuse he came up with. It was too late now, though. Matilde had appeared in the doorway and was beaming a smile of welcome. He was obviously a great favourite of hers.

      Tanya sat down again and closed her eyes. She looked completely relaxed, as though she hadn’t a care in the world, no hint on her face of her rioting body and mind. Not only was she battling with a desire to know what he had been going to say, but she was struggling with feelings that set her on fire, feelings she had thought long since dead. Why, when she knew only too well how immoral he was, did she respond like this? What was there about him that drew her like a moth to a flame?