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‘Well, you didn’t sound like a loving big brother,’ she said as she pulled away from him, trying to slip from his hold. ‘But silly me, that would never happen. You aren’t capable of love, are you, Max?’
He tightened his embrace. ‘Don’t do this, Lisa. Not here. Not on Angelina’s birthday.’
‘Don’t do what, Max? Say the truth?’
‘You have no idea what my relationship with Angelina is like.’ He looked down at her, aware now they were attracting attention. Every other couple on the dance floor seemed happy and in love and here they were, spitting fire at one another.
‘That just proves how little we know about each other and how unsuited we are.’
Before he could respond to her angry tirade she freed herself from his arms and, chin held high, marched through the other couples toward the door. If she wanted to play those games she would be sorely disappointed. He never went after a woman.
But it’s not just a woman, it’s your wife and your child.
* * *
Lisa was so angry she could hardly walk in her strappy black heels as she left the party in full swing. There was no way she was staying there just to make life easier for Max, not after Angelina’s revelations, which had come hot on the heels of that word she’d never wanted to form part of her life. Divorce. She’d failed. She was no better than her mother.
‘Lisa, what’s the matter?’ Lydia grabbed her arm and Lisa looked at her aghast. She hadn’t even noticed her.
She took a deep calming breath. ‘Men.’
‘In general or one in particular?’ Lydia jested, but there was no mistaking the concern on her new friend’s face.
Lisa sighed wearily. She had to talk to someone. She couldn’t do this alone. ‘One in particular, not that I’m sure you haven’t already guessed.’
‘And you think running away will help?’ The mock conjecture in Lydia’s voice made it impossible for Lisa not to smile. ‘So, come back to the party, tell me what’s upsetting you and give that man something to think about.’
‘I guess you have already tamed one Valdez brother, not that Max will admit to being such a thing.’
Lydia laughed, then became more serious. ‘Anyone can see he loves you, Lisa, just as it’s obvious you love him. You’re made for each other, for goodness’ sake. Just as he has to accept he is a Valdez, he has to accept love.’
Those words hung in her mind as she returned to the party with Lydia, instantly spotting Max, pleased to see he looked casually and briefly their way, then looked again, hardly able to believe she’d had the nerve to return after running out on him so publicly.
‘See,’ said Lydia as she got them both fresh drinks. ‘He can’t take his eyes off you.’
‘He wants to get a divorce.’ The words slipped icily from Lisa as she turned her back on Max, trying to ignore the heat of his glare as it bored into her back.
‘No, he doesn’t. If he’s anything like his brother he knows exactly what he wants, he just doesn’t believe he can have it. He doesn’t believe he can love anyone.’
Lisa looked at Lydia. ‘You and Raul?’
‘Yes, me and Raul. That’s why I was rushing out of the restaurant that day they first met. As far as I was concerned it was over. He didn’t love me, didn’t want my love and that was that.’
‘What changed?’
‘For Raul I guess it was meeting Max. It allowed him to put to rest the ghosts of his past.’
‘May I interrupt?’ Max’s voice sounded from behind her, making her visibly jump. How much of that conversation had he heard?
She whirled round. ‘You shouldn’t keep sneaking up on people. You might hear things you don’t want to hear.’
His brows rose in that sexy way that always melted her heart and buckled her knees and this time was no different, even if he was in a dark mood. ‘Perhaps it’s the only way to discover what someone really thinks about me. Shall we dance?’
Dance? Was he insane? After all they’d said to one another, all the public humiliation, and he wanted to dance. Raul joined them at that point, whisking his wife away in a gesture that spoke volumes of the love they shared but also left her alone with Max.
‘You don’t really want to dance.’
‘Yes, I do. We need to set a few things straight and there’s less chance of you running off if I have my arms around you, only this time I will be holding you tightly.’
Before she could say anything else, he’d taken her drink from her hand and pulled her into his embrace, dancing their way into the couples already on the floor. He held her so tightly it was dangerously intimate. At least that was how it felt to her, but to him it was all about achieving what he wanted, preventing her from showing him up, from letting the guests see what was really between them. Nothing.
