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‘Sit down, Danny. I’ve got a business proposition for you.’

A business proposition? What did that mean? What could she possibly offer Tiago Santos that he didn’t have already?

Tiago came right to it. ‘I’ve got a problem—you have too. You need a job,’ he said, before she had chance to comment. ‘And you need a job that pays a lot more than your work here, if you’re to have any chance of starting up your own place.’

‘Of course I do. But I’m realistic.’ Her laugh was short and sounded false.

‘And the type of stables you envisage running would cost a fortune in start-up money?’ Tiago guessed.

‘I would have to start small,’ she admitted.

‘What if I said you didn’t have to do that? What if I said you could do anything you wanted to?’

She was briefly elated, but then common sense kicked in. ‘And what would I have to do for this—beyond training horses and hopefully making a profit eventually?’

Establishing a reputation would take years. There would be no quick or easy profits in the type of venture Tiago was suggesting.

Tiago paused for the longest time, and then he said, ‘As the wife of Tiago Santos…’

‘Your wife?’ Her lips felt like wood as she said the words. ‘What on earth are you talking about?’

‘I need a wife, Danny. I need a wife fast.’