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chest that seemed completely foreign.
    Hannah stood up from the bed and put the pillow gingerly back in its place. She cleared her throat and straightened. She looked … soft for a moment. Different than he’d ever seen her before. She was beautiful, no question, more so now than she’d been as a too-thin college student.
    She was still thin, but her angles had softened into curves, her cheekbones less sharp, her breasts small but round.
    Instantly, an image of him pushing her on the bed, tugging her shirt up, filled his mind. He could take those breasts into his hands … suck her nipple between his lips, his teeth …
    A rush of blood roared through his body, south of his belt. How long had it been since that had happened? Since he’d been aroused by an actual woman. In solitude, with a fantasy, he could certainly find release. But with a woman? One he had to somehow seduce and charm when he had no more seduction and charm left in him? That had been beyond him for quite some time.
    “I can see that. You epitomize ‘fine.’”
    “I’m ready to find out what your game plan is, Vega,” she said, crossing her arms beneath those small, gorgeous breasts.
    “My game plan?”
    “Yes. I don’t like not knowing the score. I want to know exactly what you have planned and why.”
    “Tomorrow, I plan to take you to the office, to let you look at things and get a feel for the state of the company.”
    “All right. What else?”
    He felt the need to goad her. To shake her icy composure. As she was shaking his. He took a step forward, extended his hand and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. Her skin was like a rose petal, soft and delicate. “Well, tonight, my darling bride, we dine out.” Her eyes darkened, blush-pink lips parting. She was not unaffected by him. His body celebrated the victory even as his mind reminded him that this had no place in their arrangement. “I intend to show all of Barcelona that Señora Vega has returned to her husband.”

CHAPTER THREE
    G LAMOROUS events and upscale restaurants had become typical in Hannah’s world over the past five years. But going with Eduardo wasn’t.
    The car ride to La Playa had been awkward. She’d dressed impeccably for the evening, as she always did, her blond hair twisted into a bun, her lips and dress a deep berry color, perfect for her complexion.
    Eduardo was perfectly pressed as always in a dark suit he’d left unbuttoned and a white shirt with an unfastened collar.
    All of that was as it should be. The thing that bothered her was the tension between them. It wasn’t just anger, and heaven knew she should feel a whole lot of anger, but there was something else. Something darker and infinitely more powerful.
    Something that had changed. It was directly linked to the change in Eduardo, the dark, enticing intensity that lived in him now. The thing she couldn’t define.
    The thing that made her shake inside.
    Eduardo maneuvered the car up the curb and killed the engine. She opened the door and was out and halfway around the car when she nearly ran into him. Her heart stalled, her breath rushing out of her.
    “I would have opened your door for you,” he said.
    She inhaled sharply, trying to collect herself. “And I didn’t need you to.”
    “You’re my wife,
querida,
here to reconcile with me. Don’t you think I would show you some chivalry?”
    “Again with the chivalry. I thought you and I established that honor wasn’t our strong point.”
    “But it will be as far as the press is concerned. Or, more to the point, our relationship needs to seem like a strength.” He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles gently over her cheekbone, just as he’d done back in the penthouse.
    And just as it had done back at the penthouse, her blood pressure spiked, her heartbeat raging out of control.
    She’d had a connection with Zack, and certainly physical attraction. They hadn’t slept together, but they’d kissed. Quite a bit. Enough to know that they had