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‘You love it here.’ A statement, not a query.

‘It’s where I come to relax.’

‘Do you?’ Taylor asked with a degree of cynicism. ‘Relax? Ever?’

‘The company of a good woman, family, provides a persuasive element.’

The mere thought conjured up an image she didn’t want to contemplate. ‘Marriage? All you’ll need to do is crook a finger to whoever takes your fancy from a long line of willing women.’

‘Indeed?’

Dante watched the fleeting emotions chase across her expressive features for the few seconds it took for her to control them.

There was no artifice or pretence apparent, but a strength of mind he could only admire. It was her determination to fight to the bitter end for what was right for Ben… something he counted on.

She intrigued him…cool, laid-back on the surface, and in control. Except she became a chameleon in his arms, sensually alive in a way that made him want more, so much more than she wanted to give.

Was prepared to give, he amended…and recognised the difference.

‘Make no mistake,’ Dante began with dangerous quietness. ‘It’s you I want as my wife.’