bien!’
His hands flew up in a gesture that was a perfect blend of exasperation and resignation.
‘All right! We will do it your way if that’s what you prefer! The reason I am here, Isabella, is because…’
‘Because you want to end our marriage,’ Isabelle supplied unhappily when he paused, seeming uncharacteristically at a loss for words. ‘You don’t have to spell it out, Luis. I sent you that letter, after all. I guessed from the start that you were here to arrange for our divorce.’
‘Then you guessed wrong, querida. Totally wrong. I have not come here looking for a divorce. On the contrary, I am here because I want you to come back to me.’
CHAPTER TWO
‘I WANT you to come back to me.’
When she had been expecting something so totally different, the words made no sense at all to her.
‘Come—back?’ she managed through shock-stiffened lips. ‘I don’t…’
‘Come back, as in return to me.’
Luis sighed his exasperation.
‘You are, after all, my wife.’
But when she still stared at him, blank-faced, her eyes looking bruised, he elaborated further.
‘I want you to come to Spain with me as my wife. Madre de Dios, I did not think that my English was so—’
‘It’s not that!’ Isabelle protested sharply, still unable to believe what she had heard. ‘Your English is perfect and you know it. It’s just that I can’t see what you want with me.’
‘I need you.’
And he hated himself for saying it. That much was there in the tight clench of his jaw, the way the words had to be forced out past lips that would clearly rather be saying anything else.
‘Why?’
‘Do I have to explain here?’
He was every inch the arrogant aristocrat once again, proud head flung back, eyes flashing. She would have sworn that even his nostrils flared in an expression of disapproval.
‘You certainly have to explain. Where you do it is immaterial to me.’
‘Then we will go to your house.’
‘Oh, no…’ That was not what she had meant.
‘Isabella, what I would like right now is to get inside and out of this wind. This damn northern climate is so very different from what I am used to and I need a cup of coffee.’
His shiver was exaggerated for effect, deliberately so, she knew, a reluctant smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
If he had wanted to appeal straight to her heart, using the tug of shared memory, then he couldn’t have chosen a more effective way of doing so. Luis had always hated the colder climate of Yorkshire as opposed to the warmth of his native Andalucia and had complained bitterly about it. So now his gesture, his expression, his tone of voice, all revived images of him doing just the same in far happier times.
And he knew it, damn him! She was sure he had planned it this way.
‘Oh, all right.’
What was she hesitating for anyway? she asked herself. If there really was a chance of the two of them getting back together, then she wanted to know about it. She wanted to hear what he was going to say and find out just why he had changed his mind. So why did it matter where they talked?
‘We’ll go to my place. You said you have a car?’
Of course he had a car. A sleek, powerful, softly growling monster of a vehicle that she couldn’t even name. But she knew that she was sitting in the financial equivalent of the mortgage on her flat—and then some. Luis de Silva loved speed, he loved luxury, and as a result he only ever had the very best of everything.
Which begged the question why was he here, like this, with her? A man like Luis, with the title he possessed, the fortune that was his to command, could have had anyone. All he had to do was to click his fingers and women fell into line, just waiting for him to pick them. There must have been dozens in the years since she had last seen him. Rich, sophisticated, beautiful women, like Catalina, the only one of his former lovers she had ever met. Women who would have been only too happy to grace his life, be photographed on his arm, warm his bed…
The sudden shiver that ran down her spine at the thought made her twist nervously in her seat.
‘Turn left here.’
Her voice was strained and tight with the emotions she was struggling to hold back, and she made herself stare straight ahead, forcing away the hot, bitter tears that threatened. She would not let them fall!
‘Go right to the end of the street. It’s the last house.’
‘I know.’
The quiet comment stunned her, making her heart stop dead in astonishment. But then she remembered.
‘You said I didn’t answer my door… You’ve been here before?’
His dark head moved in a curt nod.
‘You’ve been watching me!’
‘You said you’d been away,’ he explained with overly patient reasonableness. ‘I could hardly watch you if you weren’t there. Where did you go?’
‘To Lynette’s. If you remember, she…’
No, reminding him of her friend was a bad mistake. Talking about Lynette meant turning his thoughts towards Rob, Lynn’s brother-in-law, and the man Luis thought she’d betrayed him with. The reason why he’d walked out on their brief marriage years before.
‘You can park here,’ she muttered hastily.
Luis swung the car to the side of the road with a suddenness that had her glancing at him in surprise. This husband of hers usually prided himself on his driving, handling his expensive vehicles with practised skill. The mention of Lynn had changed the atmosphere in the car. The tension between them had thickened suddenly until it was almost impossible for her to breathe.
‘I’ll go and open the door,’ she said, scrambling inelegantly in her haste to be out of the car. ‘That way you won’t have to stand out in the cold too long.’
Luis watched her walk up the short path to the lighted porch, willing himself to calm down, to get a grip on himself. Strong fingers drummed a restless tattoo on the rim of the steering wheel in an outward expression of the inner turmoil of his thoughts.
The drive from the city centre had been a particularly sophisticated sort of torment, with every cell in his body reacting urgently and painfully to the presence of Isabelle’s slim form so close to his after all this time.
She was so familiar and yet so unknown. Dios! She still
