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192 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 11, 2008
...he did still lust after her. And as a Catholic, he knew that sin in thought was just as bad as sin in the flesh.
Rumors had always abounded about him and Elvira, despite the fact that he'd tried to keep his distance. There was something about her that drew his attention, and his interest never went unnoticed by the tabloids.
Hadn’t realized that being almost six feet tall and big boned would make most men a little hesitant around her.
Kara was tall, a bit on the solid side and known for her charitable work.
She knew who he was. He was in the tabloids all the time for his escapades around the world.
Guillermo always had a beautiful woman on his arm. Never a pudgy heiress like her.
Dang it, she was trying to be more comfortable in the size-twelve body that she had. Nothing could get her down to a zero. Nothing. She’d dieted more times than she wanted to admit.
“Make me smile?” she asked, unable to believe he really would. “I’m the fat sister. The nice sister. The one no one pays any attention to.”
With her long, thick black hair, olive skin and exotic eyes, Elvira looked like a Mediterranean sex goddess as she sat at the center of a table surrounded by her crowd of admirers. Gui would like to think he wasn’t one of them, but he refused to lie to himself and Elvira had always been his weakness.
The fact that he’d resisted her charms since she’d married his old friend Juan was something he prided himself on, but he did still lust after her.
Instead, he was fixated on a woman—Elvira. He’d been obsessed with her since he was eighteen.
She wasn’t a classically beautiful woman like Elvira, and she’d never draw men to her the way that his ex-lover did, but there was an innocence about Kara that was refreshing.
“Indeed. So why are you looking at her when you think no one will notice?”
It didn’t help matters that at some point, Elvira would seek him out. She always did. And he always waited for her.
“Countess Elvira de Castillo y Perez, meet Kara deMontaine. Kara, this is the Countess Elvira.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Kara said, curtsying to the older woman. “Aren’t you a sweet child,” the countess said. “Run along and play with your friends. I’d like a word with Guillermo.”
With Elvira, he felt passion and jealousy.
He’d used her as a weapon in his private war with Elvira. To show the other woman that she no longer had the power to make him insanely jealous.
“A man who has to resort to this type of action to keep a woman by his side isn’t much of a man.”
“Well, making that woman jealous…though to be honest, you probably should have picked someone more on par with her. She really is a world-class beauty.”
“That’s the woman he’s rumored to have loved and lost. Elvira de Castillo y Perez…She’s married to Count Juan de Cuaron y Perez.”
Because she’d sensed there was more to him and Elvira than simply old friends when they’d talked on the dance floor.
Because Kara knew one thing with absolute certainty—she wasn’t the type of woman who’d make Elvira jealous.
“What about Elvira?” Tristan asked. “Last time I checked, Tris, she was married.” “You know what I mean.”
“I’m a size twelve. You may not know what that size is, but it’s big. Large. I’m a large girl, Gui.”
“There is nothing between Elvira and me, and there hasn’t been in over ten years.” “Are you pining for her?” “No. And I’ve told you I won’t discuss her with you.”
“I was thinking about marrying her, but I was young and had to be sure.” “Oh, Gui.” “Don’t pity me. I came back to Madrid, unsure if she was the woman for me. And finding her married to Juan convinced me she wasn’t.”
Gui was torn between wanting to go home and going to Elvira. For ten years he’d waited for her to need him and now she did, and he wondered why he was even contemplating going to her, but he turned the car in the direction of her home and drove to her house.
A feminine voice. Gui hadn’t come alone. And she had a sinking feeling that he’d brought Elvira with him.
“Gui…I need you.” “I know you do, Elvira. And I’ll be back to check on you in a few moments. I need to call my parents and make sure they are fine.”
“She’s grieving, Kara. And she’s an old friend. I couldn’t turn her away.” “Of course not,” she said, walking toward the doorway.
“I don’t answer to you. Even after we are married.”
“I agree. It is important. I hadn’t even thought about our wedding. We should definitely postpone it.”
“You forgot about it? I think that says everything I needed to hear.”
