The small white car approaching the house could be carrying only one person.
He knew because his skin prickled with awareness.
Susannah.
His horse pranced sideways and he lost sight of her as she entered the avenue of cypress.
No need to rush back. She’d be waiting for him when he arrived.
He’d instructed Rosa to put her in Marisa’s old room. The whole house was suddenly haunted by the ghosts of the past. Surely it was only right that Susannah get more intimately acquainted with them?
Ignacio hadn’t spoken to him since his trip to New York. Or was it he who hadn’t spoken to Ignacio? Now that Ignacio’s deception was revealed, Amado found himself questioning the man’s authority over any aspect of his life.
Old wounds had broken open and festered in the sour air of mistrust.
And Susannah was to blame.
She’d reawakened feelings he hadn’t experienced since Ignacio drove away the woman he loved more than ten years ago. Valentina taught him to dance and taught him to love. But she hadn’t been a suitable wife for a son of Ignacio Alvarez.
