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Panic was like a frantic caged bird beating against her breastbone as they drew closer and closer to the bedroom doors.

Rafael opened his door and turned and picked Isobel up in his arms so fast that her breath caught and she felt dizzy. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Carrying you over the threshold.’ And he did just that, before putting her back on her feet on the other side.

His bed loomed large and threatening through the door of the bedroom just feet away. She put up a hand, panic strangling her voice. ‘Wait—stop,’ she blurted out. ‘I just…I really want to go to bed alone. This has all happened so fast. I’ve barely seen you since we came back to Argentina. Two weeks ago I was living in Paris, yet here I am…It’s a lot to take in.’

Rafael just looked at her, his face unreadable in the shadows of the dark room. Eventually he let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. Tension vibrated off him in waves, enveloping Isobel.

‘I’m not in the habit of forcing unwilling women into my bed, Isobel, and I’ve no intention of starting now with my wife. Please, by all means, go to your own bed. But soon enough you’ll be welcoming me with open arms.’