‘What more could you possibly want, mi amor? You have my slavish adoration by day and my hot body by night.’ ‘Yes, but do you know how draining it’s been to reassure you every day for the last three months that your book will be a smashing success? That more than one person will turn up at this launch?’ Rafael mock frowned. ‘Have I been that needy?’ ‘Yes, you have, but don’t think I wasn’t fooled by what that neediness got you. You owe me big.’ ‘I seem to owe everyone big. Okay, how about...’ He whispered a very hot, very dirty suggestion of payment. She was still blushing several minutes later when they both heard the whine of an electric wheelchair. Rafael’s father stopped beside them. An electronic copy of Rafael’s book had been programmed into a tablet on his wheelchair, and the front page showed a picture of Rafael’s mother, her face creased in a stunning smile as she laughed into the camera. Rafael told her he’d taken that picture the year before she died.
What do You think about His Ultimate Prize (2013)?
