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‘I presume I’m allowed to do this much for you?’ Nacho said, opening the door.

Did she appear so prickly and defensive? Probably, Grace concluded. She wasn’t cut out for the role of victim, but there was no reason to overreact to every little comment, either. Feeling for the seat, she climbed into the car, and Nacho swung into the driver’s seat at her side. It was when he closed the door and they were trapped inside the small space together that information started bombarding her brain.

He was still damp from the shower. He had used some sort of menthol soap—or was that toothpaste? Or mouthwash, maybe? Anyway, he smelled clean. Big and warm was a given—as was bursting with suppressed energy. She held herself stiffly as he started the engine, sensing his hands close, but unable to tell just how close.

‘It’s just a short drive to our newly refurbished wine facility,’ Nacho explained. ‘We could have walked there, but I thought you might be tired after the upheaval of the past few days.’

From the direction of his voice she guessed he’d turned to look at her.

Tension was rising all the time between them—or maybe she was imagining that too. She wondered if Nacho’s lips were twisted in the cynical smile she remembered at the thought of the test to come.