Mistress: Pregnant By The Spanish Billionaire. Kim Lawrence

madness.

      Luiz didn’t care about the label, he just cared about the result.

      ‘I have a proposition to put to you.’

      Nell regarded him with an expression of baffled frustration. He had not even attempted to defend himself. She wasn’t even sure if he had heard a word she had said.

      ‘I know where they are.’

      Her eyes widened. ‘Lucy and your cousin?’

      He nodded.

      ‘So where…?’

      He pushed aside the poignant image of the cottage by the sea where he and Rosa had lived and held up a hand to stop her. Fulfilling his side of the bargain he was proposing would mean him going there for the first time in many years. The first time since Rosa died.

      ‘First you need to do something for me.’

      He saw the alarm flare in her eyes and sketched a cynical grin. ‘Relax, not that something. You’re really not my type.’

      As if to challenge his careless contention the image that formed in his head of one perfect breast fitting perfectly into his hand momentarily vaporised every other thought.

      ‘Imagine my devastation,’ she snarled, irrationally deflated. ‘Forget the dramatic pause and get to the point—what do I have to do?’

      ‘Come and meet my grandmother.’

      Nell’s face fell. ‘That’s it?’ Obviously there was a catch.

      ‘And go along with whatever I say.’

      ‘But I don’t understand why—?’

      He cut across her with an autocratic shake of his dark head. There was no time for a question and answer session. If he paused long enough to think about this he strongly suspected that he’d bail.

      ‘I do not require you to understand. As I said, I simply require you to go along with anything I say—no matter what it is.’

      ‘But why?’

      ‘Do you want to find the lovers?’

      Nell’s expression reflected her dilemma. ‘Oh, all right, then.’ What choice did she have? ‘And afterwards you’ll tell me where they are.’

      ‘Querida,’ he promised with a grin, ‘I’ll take you to them. Shake on it.’

      Nell dragged her eyes away from the magnetic pull of his deep-set dark eyes and regarded the hand he held towards her for a long moment before finally extending her own.

      As his cool fingers closed around hers Nell tried to ignore the warning voice in her head that told her she was making a big mistake.

      It was a lot more difficult to ignore the prickle under her skin that had nothing to do with sunburn and a lot to do with their brief physical contact.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      THE castle was a maze. Nell followed Luiz for what felt like miles along stone-floored corridors before he finally halted.

      ‘This is my grandmother’s room.’ Luiz reached for the door and stopped. ‘Wait here. I will be back presently.’

      Left with little choice but to obey his terse instruction, Nell began to study the large tapestry of brilliant colours on the wall opposite.

      The battle scene it portrayed was nothing compared to the one being waged in her head. Just what are you doing, Nell? This is crazy, totally crazy. You don’t know this man—you don’t even know what you’ve agreed to and who’s to say he will keep his word?

      Before she could totally lose her nerve Luiz Santoro returned. Without a word he took her left hand and slid a ring onto her finger.

      ‘What are you doing? What…w-what is that?’ she stammered, staring at her finger. The gold band felt heavy, a rose-coloured diamond surrounded by what she assumed were rubies in an antique setting.

      She was no expert but it didn’t look like the sort of thing you found in a Christmas cracker.

      He lifted his brows. ‘A ring.’

      ‘I can see that,’ she retorted crankily. ‘What is it doing on my finger?’

      ‘Window dressing.’

      ‘For what?’

      ‘That is not relevant.’

      Nell shook her head and dug in her heels literally. ‘I’m not taking another step until you explain this thing.’ She waved the offending jewellery him.

      Luiz studied her mutinous face for a moment, then gave a philosophical shake of his head. ‘My grandmother—’

      ‘The one who owns this house?’

      His dark brows twitched into a straight line of disapproval at the interruption. ‘The one who own this house and the estancia it stands upon. She is ill…maybe…’

      He paused, unwilling to voice the possibility, as if saying the thing made it more likely to happen. He was impatient with the lack of logic in his thought processes, but then when you cared for a person it was hard to always be logical.

      He glanced down at the young woman who was staring up at him, suspicion and wariness reflected in her clear eyes, and thought, Logic does not feature in that glossy head at any level…just neat emotion.

      It made her a frustrating person to negotiate with.

      ‘Maybe?’ Nell prompted.

      ‘Maybe even dying.’

      Nell’s face dropped. ‘I’m sorry.’ It was hard to tell from his stony expression if her sympathy was either required or desired.

      Not that the lack of emotion in his features meant he didn’t have any, she reminded herself. Give the man the benefit of the doubt—she had not cried at her father’s funeral or, for that matter, since. Pushing aside the thought, Nell focused on his dark face—too much focus because she immediately started to feel dizzy.

      ‘We all die, and my grandmother is eighty-five.’

      Nell found the clinical pronouncement chilling, but not as chilling as the total lack of feeling in his voice or manner. She suspected he didn’t deserve the benefit of any doubt—the man was just plain cold.

      ‘I’m sorry your grandmother is ill, but that still doesn’t explain the ring—’ she waved her hand in an expansive gesture ‘—or any of this.’

      ‘It is her wish that I marry and provide an heir.’

      Nell, her eyes wide—she was clearly dealing with someone who was delusional and possibly dangerous—started to shake her head and back away.

      ‘I care about Lucy, but if you think I’m going to…m-m…’ She shook her head again. ‘Some sacrifices I’m not willing to make. Let her leave the place to this other Luiz Felipe—he seems more than willing to marry.’ And for all she knew provide heirs! ‘God, I really need to find Lucy.’

      For a split second he looked perplexed by her response. ‘Sacrifice? You think…?’ He threw back his dark head and laughed, a deep attractive sound. ‘I am not asking you to marry me, and Felipe would not make a suitable custodian for the estancia.’

      Nell pursed her lips, perversely irritated that he appeared to find the idea so hilarious. ‘So you don’t want a wife.’

      His expression sobered and she glimpsed something that wasn’t cold calculation flicker at the back of his eyes. It was stark, shocking pain.

      ‘I had a wife. I require no one to fill her place in my life or heart.’

      Did that mean the ex-wife had walked…? The image of him as broken-hearted, discarded husband was one Nell’s imagination just wouldn’t expand to accommodate. Actually she