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BEYOND a few lines of self-consciously banal chit-chat, they had barely spoken. The prickly silence inside the air-conditioned car was beginning to get to Cassie, but it didn’t seem to bother Roman and that annoyed her.

Everything had happened so quickly her throbbing head was still going round in ever accelerating circles.

Yesterday they’d driven away from the finca, the vast Las Colinas Verdes estate, leaving behind Don˜a Elvira and the aunts, who had looked as if they didn’t know what had hit them, Delfina, who knew very well what had hit her and hated it very much indeed, and a suitably chastened and contrite Roy.

Roy had hurriedly assured her in a last-minute undertone that he would work his socks off on the estate to make up for what he had done, adding gruffly, ‘Don’t worry about me. I’ve got my head straightened out. Just concentrate on making a go of your marriage this time, sis. Roman’s crazy about you; he’s been unbearable to be around since you went away.’

Which only went to show that working under the hot Spanish sun had sent her twin brother completely loopy.

They’d arrived in Seville in the sweltering afternoon heat and booked into a hotel where, to her knee-sagging relief, she’d been given a room of her own, complete with a four-poster bed and wonderful views of the Giralda. Then, before she’d had time to unpack her meagre belongings, Roman had knocked on the door, insisting on taking her to a surprisingly elegant boutique off the pedestrianised Calle Sierpes.

The sheer, rather stark grace of the dark-haired woman who had approached them had made Cassie sit up and take notice. The discreet decor, the clever lighting, the single garment on display—a simple cream silk suit with a designer label to die for—shrieked serious money.