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‘Where was your mother in all of this?’ The question was framed so tersely, with a bitter underlay that grazed sharply over her senses.
She looked at him. Whatever emotion he was holding had triggered tension in his body, like a predator ready to unleash its base nature should its prey fall within his grasp. Despite her nape tingling in warning, she wanted to move closer, experience that overwhelming danger.
Clearing her throat, she answered, ‘My mother is what a psychologist would term wilfully blind. She means the world to me, but doesn’t see what’s right in front of her. Or she chooses to ignore it in favour of burying her head in the sand.’
The misery that her mother’s attitude to life had brought her before Stephen had fallen in love with her had been a stark warning for Jasmine not to travel down the same path. She understood her mother better now, but it didn’t make the pain of her late teens go away.
She glanced at Reyes and saw grudging understanding. But the look was wiped clean a moment later.
‘Understanding the motive doesn’t negate the crime.’
The unexpected surge of tears shocked Jasmine.
What was wrong with her? He’d told her he didn’t have a heart. If she chose to disbelieve him, any hurt she felt was her own fault.
Blinking rapidly, she started to rise. ‘No, but a little forgiveness goes a long way.’
He clamped a hand on her thigh.
Her heart took a dive, then picked itself up and banged hard against her ribs.
* * *
Reyes questioned his sanity. Except the voice was quickly smothered beneath the headier emotions swimming in his head.
His hand was halfway down her thigh, the soft cotton of her sundress crushing beneath his fingers. He moved his hand lower.
She gasped as they connected, skin to skin. Hers was soft, smooth like the fur of his sister’s pet cat. And as with Sheba’s pelt, he wanted to keep on stroking her.
He watched her struggle, knew the emotions she fought were the same as the ones he battled with. The chemistry that had gripped them the first time he’d set eyes on her flared high, spiking through his blood until he didn’t bother to deny its existence any longer.
‘You dislike me for stating the truth?’
‘I dislike the brutality of it. And the complete absence of sympathy.’
Knowing he’d done a good job of hiding his feelings should’ve pleased Reyes. If his feelings weren’t apparent, they couldn’t be manipulated, used against him. So why did the thought that he’d succeeded send a pulse of discontentment through him? Why did he want to wipe that hurt look from her face? ‘I warned you not to search for feelings that don’t exist—’
‘And I told you I don’t believe that emotion doesn’t exist inside you.’
He surged to his feet. ‘I’ve never met anyone like you,’ he said, not sure whether his agitation stemmed from the Tempranillo he’d consumed or the fact that she challenged him at every turn where no else dared to.
She sucked in a breath and her eyes stayed on his. Daring. Searching. Apprehensive. ‘Nor I you. So this should be fun.’
A reluctant smile tugged at his lips. Fun...
Another word he’d associated with her that first time. A word he hadn’t let into his life for a very long time.
He started to draw back from the brink of whatever fever gripped him.
She stepped closer. Her hands slid around his waist, holding him in place.
Again her daring floored him...excited him. The women he’d dated in his distant past had been either too overawed with his status to show much spine, or had been so eager to prove they were worthy of his time, they’d overreached. Either way, he’d tended to lose interest long before they were done in the bedroom.
Jasmine Nichols made his senses jump without uttering a word. And when she did speak, he found himself held rapt.
In the last hour, the woman she’d revealed herself to be intrigued him even more. She’d experienced adversity of the worst kind, and come through it.
And with her hand on him and her parted lips so close, all he could see, smell, anticipate, was her.
Drawn into a web he couldn’t shake, he angled his head. ‘I don’t do fun, Jasmine.’
Her back arched, bringing her closer. Her mouth brushed his. He jerked at the zap of electricity. Her hands tightened around him. ‘Sure you do. You just don’t like to admit it.’
The sound that rumbled from inside him emerged harsh and bewildered. ‘Dios...’
He spiked his hand through her hair and kissed her. Hard. Roughly.
