Bedded for the Spaniard's Pleasure. Кэрол Мортимер

told him in that patronizing tone of voice that only a precocious six-year-old could possibly use when talking to an adult. ‘’Course I didn’t know that you and Aunty Cairo kissed, too, but I suppose it’s all right.’ She shrugged.

      ‘That’s very—adult, of you, Daisy,’ Rafe told her dryly.

      ‘Grown-ups are always kissing and stuff,’ Daisy assured him with a total lack of interest.

      Cairo was hastily dealing with her bikini top—not having as much luck fastening it as Rafe had done unfastening it because her fingers trembled so much!—but even so she was aware of the muscles rippling in Rafe’s back as he suppressed a chuckle at Daisy’s bored dismissal of the scene she had just witnessed.

      Cairo certainly didn’t share his humour concerning this totally embarrassing situation. Rafe had only been back in her life a matter of hours and already she was allowing him to kiss her!

      Well…no, she hadn’t exactly allowed him to kiss her— being Rafe he had just taken the opportunity to kiss her.

      And he wasn’t ‘back in her life’, either—something she intended making very plain to him the next time they were alone together.

      So far today Rafe had mocked her, taunted her and insulted her—he certainly wasn’t going to get away with making love to her whenever he felt like it!

      Cairo drew in a controlling breath as she stepped out from behind Rafe, her bikini top now firmly back in place. ‘What would you like to do first, Daisy, cook dinner or phone Mummy?’

      Daisy’s face instantly brightened. ‘Phone Mummy!’

      ‘We’ll go and do it right now,’ Cairo promised, determinedly keeping her gaze averted from Rafe’s as she crossed the kitchen to take the excited Daisy’s hand in her own.

      ‘Don’t worry about me,’ Rafe drawled behind them. ‘I’ll just stay here and clear up this sticky juice from the floor, shall I?’

      Cairo turned back to give him a mocking smile. ‘That’s very kind of you, Rafe,’ she accepted lightly. ‘I’m sure you’ll find everything you need in the cupboard under the sink,’ she added.

      His eyes glittered dangerously. ‘Not everything that I need, Cairo,’ he ground out harshly.

      She gave him a censorious frown. ‘Just do your best, hmm?’ she snapped.

      ‘I usually do,’ he stated deliberately.

      Cairo shot him a silencing glare before leaving the kitchen, Daisy’s hand still tucked trustingly in her own.