saved my life once,’ Vito answered, but didn’t elaborate, even though Caroline stared at him in disbelief because she couldn’t imagine anyone having to save this man’s life for him. He was just too big, too everything surely, to be put into that kind of danger.
The purchases she’d made while they’d been away began to arrive then, diverting her attention. And a few more minutes after that Luiz arrived. With a quiet word in Vito’s ear he dismissed the other man, who left with a grim nod of his head that made Caroline shiver.
‘Why the need of a bodyguard?’ she demanded, the moment they were alone again. ‘Am I in some kind of danger I should know about?’
‘No,’ Luiz denied. ‘Not while I’m still breathing at any rate.’
‘So you’re the one who’s in danger,’ she therefore concluded.
‘Nobody is in danger!’ he denied.
‘Then why the bodyguard?’ she repeated stubbornly.
‘Escort,’ he corrected. ‘He was sent to escort you up here simply to make a point, okay? ‘
No, it wasn’t okay. And her face told Luiz that. ‘All right,’ he sighed out heavily. ‘Felipe would like to stop the wedding from taking place,’ he said. ‘That much is patently obvious. But how far he would go to stop it I am not entirely sure. So I am protecting my weak spots.’
‘And I am a weak spot.’
Suddenly his laziest grin appeared. ‘Oh, a very weak spot,’ he murmured seductively, and began to pace suggestively towards her.
‘Don’t you dare!’ she protested, putting out a hand to ward him off. ‘Not here in this house! Not until we are married!’ she added, chin up, amethyst eyes challenging. ‘I will have your respect el conde!’ she insisted when he took another step towards her.
He stopped. She had to fight to keep her disappointment from showing. Luiz grinned again, because he saw it anyway. ‘If I touched you now, you would go up in smoke,’ he challenged softly.
‘If you touched me now, I probably would,’ she ruefully agreed.
‘Then I won’t,’ he assured her.
‘Oh,’ she said, and didn’t even try to hide her disappointment this time.
‘Protocol,’ he explained. ‘Thanks for reminding me that in this house I must respect all bridal traditions.’
If Caroline was aware that she had changed a lot in the last twenty-four hours, then she was also aware that Luiz had changed too. Gone was a lot of the stiff tension he had brought with them into the valley, and what she saw now was a wonderfully charming, lazily relaxed and very sensually motivated man—in private anyway.
It was that recognition that sent her walking into his arms. ‘Just one chaste kiss, then,’ she offered invitingly, and snaked even closer to him when his arms slid caressingly about her.
‘Chaste?’ he mocked.
‘Mmm,’ she said. But there was nothing chaste in the way they stood there amongst a sea of unopened packages for long, very unsatisfying minutes.
‘I have to go,’ Luiz groaned out reluctantly.
Go? ‘Go where?’ she demanded.
‘Work,’ he said, glancing at his watch. And suddenly he was the frustratingly brisk and businesslike Luiz. ‘I have things to do before our wedding. And I need to get out of the valley before it grows too dark to fly…’
‘But we’ve only just arrived!’
‘Don’t blame me!’ he countered at her look of dismay. ‘You’re the one who has put my schedule back twenty-four hours! A deliciously welcome twenty-four hours, I will admit,’ he added ruefully. ‘But now I have to play catch-up. So you won’t see me again until we meet at the church.’
‘Luiz!’ she cried out as he walked off to the door. ‘Wwhat about your weak spot?’ she reminded him anxiously.
‘Vito is staying.’ It seemed to say it all. ‘Anything you want or are worried about, you go to him.’
‘Because he owes you his life and therefore will do anything for you?’
That stopped him. He turned to stare at her in surprise. ‘You managed to get him to tell you that?’ He sounded truly shocked. ‘Well, that’s a first,’ he drawled.
‘What did you do?’ she asked. ‘Haul him out of the razor fight that put all those marks on his face?’
‘No,’ he denied, and suddenly he wasn’t smiling. ‘I hauled him out of prison and gave him a life. And that wasn’t kind, Caroline,’ he told her grimly.
He was right; it wasn’t. ‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled contritely.
He nodded. ‘See you Wednesday.’
He was going to go, and she didn’t want him to go with bad words between them. ‘I like him, actually,’ she confessed. ‘Mainly because he’s so loyal to you, I think. You didn’t know Felipe was even staying at your hotel, did you?’ she then asked, on a complete change of subject.
‘He booked in under a different name,’ Luiz explained.
‘And proceeded to shadow both me and my father,’ she mused frowningly. ‘He knew who I was—knew who my father was. Which tells you you have a mole in your midst somewhere, Luiz.’
He nodded. ‘I’m aware of that—and dealing with it.’
‘Does all of this make my father another weak spot?’ she asked.
For some reason the question had him turning to study her curiously. ‘Yes,’ he replied quietly.
She released a sigh and began to look fretful again. ‘Are you protecting him too?’
‘Undoubtedly,’ he assured her, in a strange tone that matched the strange expression he was wearing on his face. ‘He will be here, safe and sound, to give your hand to me on our wedding day. Have no fear about that, querida.’
Then he was gone, leaving Caroline to stand there staring at the last spot he had been standing on, wondering why she was feeling so very chilled again when surely what he had just said should have been reassuring?
A tap at the door broke her free from whatever it was that was holding her, and she opened it to find Abril, the little maid standing there. ‘Don Luiz send me to help you unpack your purchases,’ she explained.
Caroline was glad of the diversion. It seemed nothing here in this valley could stay happy for long. Together she and Abril unpacked box after box bearing the names of designers Caroline would never have normally been able to afford to buy.
When it came to the dress she had chosen to marry Luiz in, the two of them unpacked it together, with a kind of hushed air of expectancy that increased to a breathless delight when the dress was finally hanging on its satin-covered hanger from the tall wardrobe door.
‘This is beautiful, Señorita,’ Abril sighed out wistfully.
Yes, it was, Caroline agreed, smiling softly to herself when she remembered the way she had sent Luiz off to get himself some coffee somewhere while she’d chosen the dress on her own. He’d been all lazy mockery as he strode away. But she suspected that secretly he’d rather liked the idea of her choosing a dress aimed exclusively to please him.
‘You have a sweetheart of your own?’ Caroline asked curiously.
The young maid blushed. ‘No,’ she denied. ‘But when I do, I would wish to marry him in something as lovely as this…’
She was lightly fingering the delicate lace when the idea came to Caroline. She hadn’t given a thought to it before, but it suddenly struck her now, when it was almost too late