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When they reached her bedroom door and Tiago opened it for her, he stood back.
‘Goodnight, Danny.’
She held her breath as he ran one fingertip lightly down her cheek.
Why had he done that?
‘Try to get some sleep,’ he suggested gently before she could process that thought. ‘This has been quite a night for you.’
In every way, she thought, still tingling from his touch as Tiago turned away.
‘Goodnight, Tiago. And thank you...’
She watched him go, and only when his footsteps had faded and disappeared did she realise she was still holding her breath.
CHAPTER THREE
HE NEEDED A WIFE. Danny needed money. He had a plan. Danny was an intelligent, gutsy woman, and time was running out for the ranch. He would make her an offer. Every marriage was a bargain of some sort. People said they got married for love, but did they never sit back to think about the benefits to both parties? Not even when the occasional doubt crept in? Love might make the world go round, but without money the world and everyone in it would go to hell in a bucket.
He could offer Danny a shortcut to her dream, while marriage to her would secure the ranch for him. Getting the amount of money Danny needed for her venture must seem like a pipe dream to her—but for him...? Money was the least of his problems.
He’d ask her tomorrow. He’d lay everything out so she knew exactly where she stood. Their deal would be secured by a legal contract. And, as a bonus, he wanted her. He’d wanted her since Brazil.
He only had to think about the families who depended on him back in Brazil to know this was the right thing to do. When Danny met them she would agree too.
‘Chico?’ He had just spotted his friend in a rare moment away from his bride. It was time to put his plan into action.
‘Yes, my friend...’
Chico Fernandez was another powerful polo player, with the dark flashing looks of South America.
Chico placed his arm around Tiago’s shoulders. ‘What can I do for you?’
‘Danny works for you, doesn’t she?’
‘Danny?’ Chico raised a brow. ‘You’re interested in Danny? She’s a pretty little thing. I don’t blame you. I’m glad you were able to help her today and, yes, she works here. Why do you ask?’
‘I’d like to take Danny back to Brazil with me—if that’s okay with you?’ he asked dryly.
‘Do I have any option?’
‘No,’ he said flatly, ignoring Chico’s black look.
‘So you want Danny to come work for you.’ Chico’s eyes narrowed. ‘She’s a great rider, and a promising trainer, but you don’t need any more staff. What’s going on, Tiago?’
‘Danny wants her own place, and I think I can help her with that plan.’
‘Really?’ Chico stared at him suspiciously. ‘Danny’s had her problems—as you know. Are you going to add to them?’
‘That is not my intention.’
‘Don’t hurt her, Tiago. Please remember that Danny Cameron is my wife’s best friend.’
‘I want to give her a hand up—that’s all. I feel bad for her after what happened today.’
Chico frowned. ‘I’ll have a word with Lizzie—smooth the way for you.’
‘That’s all I ask, my friend.’
* * *
Danny collapsed with relief on the bed. It was one thing holding it together in public, but now she was here on her own...
Putting her arms over her head, she tried to pretend she didn’t want to feel Tiago’s arms around her—and a lot more besides. Could she really go through all that heartbreak again, with another polo player? Hadn’t she learned her lesson?
Not that Tiago was anything like Carlos Pintos, but he was well out of her league. And how was she supposed to forget how it had felt to be in Tiago’s arms on the dance floor? Or how she’d thrilled with pleasure when they’d moved together so effortlessly? How was she supposed to forget that?
She had to forget. She had to file it away with all the other good memories to pull out and reflect on whenever she needed a boost. Tiago was going back to Brazil soon. He would probably be gone by the time she got up in the morning.
While she’d stay here and nothing would change. She would still be working at Rottingdean when she was an old woman—still sending what money she could to her mother. It was never enough. Her mother had no idea about saving, or making do, or even working for a living. But if Danny stayed here she would never have the chance to build a nest egg. She would never own her own place—
