At the Brazilian's Command. Susan Stephens

for her own—

      ‘You won’t forget to send that money, will you?’ her mother pressed.

      ‘I promise,’ Danny said.

      ‘You’re such a good girl.’

      Danny shook her head at the irony of her penniless self, bailing out some unknown man, and then the sound of horses’ hooves clattering across the cobblestones distracted her. ‘Mum—I’ve got to go. I promised to exercise Lizzie’s horse.’

      ‘Just don’t forget to send that money, will you, Danny?’

      ‘I won’t,’ she said again as Tiago rode round the corner, leading her horse.

      She cut the line and focused on him. He took her breath away. He looked so good on a horse. He was so at home, so at ease in the saddle, that just watching him was a treat. But she felt anything but at ease, and was already beginning to doubt her sanity at agreeing to ride out with him.

      ‘Important call?’ he asked.

      ‘My mother.’

      ‘Nothing more important than that.’

      She murmured in agreement, thinking that Tiago looked like a visitor from another, more vigorous planet, with his deep tan, thick black stubble and his wild jet-black hair secured by a bandana for riding. And that gold earring was glittering in the grudging light of the early-morning sun. More marauding pirate, than wealthy and respectable rampaging barbarian...

      ‘Something has amused you?’ he asked as he handed over the reins of her horse.

      ‘Just happy at the thought of riding out.’ She concentrated on mounting up and curbed her smile.

      Just riding out with Tiago would be an adventure—but he didn’t need to know that. He made her feel things she had never felt before. Maybe she was a little bit in love with him? Ha! Much good that would do her.

      He gave her an assessing look, but made no further comment as he led the way out of the courtyard.

      * * *

      He was feeling confident as they rode out together. He always felt confident, but Chico had filled him in on Danny’s family background, which had led Tiago to believe that if Danny thought she could keep her mother secure and have a real chance of starting her own training centre one day her answer to his proposition would be yes.

      Urging his horse forward, he headed for the open countryside.

      He raised the issue a short time later, when they’d reined in. ‘Would you be prepared to leave the country for a good job? Would you be able to leave your mother, for instance?’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ she said at once. ‘I think she’d be relieved if I left her alone for a while.’

      And just sent her money, he thought, remembering what Chico had told him about Danny’s mother’s constant demands for cash.

      ‘And you? What would you like to do—ideally?’

      ‘Me? I’m still considering my options.’

      He ground his jaw as Danny turned her horse, shifted her weight, and took off again. What options was she talking about? Had someone else offered her a job?

      He would not pursue her like some desperate adolescent.

      Reining in again, he watched her ride. She rode like a gaucho with one hand on the reins, leaning back in the saddle, working her hips, looking as relaxed as if she were sitting in an armchair. She’d learned that in Brazil. She was fearless, he thought as she sped across the brow of a hill. He liked that. He liked Danny. A lot.

      He couldn’t believe how fate was smiling on him. If he played this right he could have a very enjoyable year with Danny Cameron. Once that year was over she would be free to do as she liked, with all the money she could possibly need, and in the meantime he would enjoy her in his bed.