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for what they could get regardless of the people they trampled over in their pursuit of whatever ambition drove them.
    What was driving Angelina’s daughter?
    Greed, revenge…possibly a combination?
    A child genuinely wishing to discover a parent would hardly choose a public occasion to do so.
    Then as he watched she stepped off the pavement. Dios, he might not have to worry about scandal—the girl was a traffic statistic waiting to happen!
    It was pure luck that she reached his side of the road before disaster struck—or almost. He watched as she jumped in response to the blast of a scooter horn as it whizzed past her, lost her footing and began to fall back into the moving traffic.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    M AGGIE lifted her head, a smile of gratitude ready to thank the person who had leant a steadying hand and pulled her onto the safety of the pavement.
    ‘Thank you…’ The words and the smile died a death as she found herself looking into the lean face of her saviour.
    The sound of the traffic retreated somewhere into the recesses of her shell-shocked brain. She was looking into the dark face of the most beautiful man she had ever seen or even imagined.
    She was too startled to disguise her reaction. Maggie’s gaze travelled in wide-eyed appreciation over his strongly sculpted features.
    This was not a face anyone would forget in a hurry.
    As a child Maggie remembered wondering what her mum had meant when she spoke of someone’s ‘beautiful bones.’
    He was what she meant.
    The genetic gene pool had been very generous to this tall Spaniard, who had been gifted cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on, a strong aquiline nose and a firm, angular jaw.
    His unlined brow was broad and intelligent and he possessed the most striking eyes she had ever seen—pale icy grey, almost silver, the striking colour intensified by the dark ring around the iris, they were fringed by incredibly long spikylashes that were as dark as his strongly delineated ebony brows.
    But it was his mouth that Maggie couldn’t take her eyes off. Was it the hint of cruelty she saw in the sensual curve of his sculpted lips that tugged so strongly at her senses and made the aura he projected so overtly sensual and masculine?
    Close your mouth, Maggie, you’re drooling.
    In an effort to respond to the ironic voice in her head, she gave herself a mental shake.
    It didn’t help. Her head remained a swirl of impressions and her nerve endings continued to thrum, sending shivers across the surface of her overheated skin.
    She’d had too much sun, Maggie decided, shading her eyes as she struggled to find an explanation for being struck dumb and foolish at the same moment—an explanation that did not involve being in the presence of a six-feet-four black-haired Mediterranean male who looked like a fallen angel who worked out!
    The fine lines around his marvellous eyes deepened as he looked down with concern into her face.
    ‘Are you all right? There is someone you’d like me to call, perhaps?’
    Oh, my God, even his voice was sexy! Deep and slightly gravelly, his cultured voice contained a faint and attractive foreign inflection.
    ‘I…I…’ She gulped, then he smiled and she thought, Wow!
    Get a grip, girl. So you were smiled at by a good-looking man—there is no need to act as though you’ve just been released from a convent.
    ‘You’ve had a shock. You’re shaking…’ Rafael pushed aside an intrusive flicker of genuine concern. Save it, he told himself, for Angelina and her marriage.
    Besides, in his expert opinion this was about sex, not the sun or a blow to the head. He was not the only one to feel thesexual charge in the air. This was not a thing he could have anticipated, but Rafael knew that such things were easier to work with than fight against—not, obviously, to the extent that he followed the advice of the loud voice telling him that what he really wanted was to know what she would taste like when he kissed her!
    Though had the