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Оглавление‘IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG?’ Dante asked her, when they were sitting in the car.
‘I was just thinking about the logistics of accommodating thousands of people on your ranch.’
‘No need to worry,’ he said, cutting off her thoughts. ‘My ranch is big enough to accommodate however many people want to come—and I have the funds to support them and give them the time of their lives.’
She knew a lot of wealthy people, but Dante’s wealth nowadays was on a different scale. Were even those even huge contracts from sponsors enough to supply an apparently bottomless pit of money?
‘So now I’ve reassured you, how about you open up to me?’ he pressed. ‘We haven’t had chance to talk for years. I’d like to know what makes you tick these days, Karina.’
Her heart clenched tight. ‘My work,’ she said.
‘There has to be more to you than that.’
‘Does there?’ She shrugged. ‘I work—I sleep—I eat. That’s it.’
He frowned. ‘We used to be friends. You used to trust me.’
She bristled. She couldn’t help herself. She was remembering that night. ‘That was a long time ago, Dante.’ She turned her head to stare out of the window.
‘Butt out?’ he suggested wryly.
‘Something like that,’ she agreed. She had buried the heartache deep where it was safe from anyone’s scrutiny. At the time Dante was talking about she had thought she knew it all.
And she couldn’t have been more mistaken.
