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ALEJANDRO FELT INCREDIBLE as they rode together in perfect harmony. Muscular, hard, fit and strong, he was so confident and commanding on horseback. As Annalisa had predicted, he was very different in the mountains. There was even the suggestion of a sense of humour, which only added to his blistering appeal. Hot as hell in banged-up jeans and a tightly fitting T-shirt, faded through years of use, and smelling of sunshine and warm, clean man, he was no longer the stern aristocrat, the stylish Don, but a rugged man of the mountains with wild hair and dangerous eyes. He was also relaxed enough to tease, which felt like the prelude to something else...something far more alarming, and yet exciting. It wasn’t every day she got to ride a formidable stallion with a man as competent on horseback as Alejandro.

Would he be as good at everything else?

Almost certainly, Sadie decided, smiling at the thought of spending time with him.

‘You sit well on a horse,’ he said, distracting her from these dangerous thoughts.

She had to take several deep, steadying breaths, straighten up and put a few inches between them before she could even think straight enough to answer this observation. ‘I spent a lot of time in the stables as a child,’ she admitted. When it had been a case of doing anything to put distance between Sadie and her warring parents. ‘Horses were always the best company, I found.’ Just as well, since friends weren’t allowed in the house. Her mother would always say there were too many antiques for them to damage.

‘I think the owner of the nearby stables must have got fed up, seeing me peering longingly through his fence, and so he taught me to ride. I haven’t had much opportunity to ride a horse since then, because I’ve been working, but this is fabulous and I’m really enjoying it.’