Spaniard's Seduction / Cole's Red-Hot Pursuit: Spaniard's Seduction

“So what do you want me to do?”

Caitlyn’s impatient retort to Jim made her realise that she was being unreasonable. She took a deep breath, thought about the problem that Jim had come to her with and suggested a solution. Then she went and made herself a cup of tea and took it out into the courtyard to the south of the winery.

The morning had passed in a rush. For once the winery wasn’t holding its usual fascination, the blend of art and science not captivating her as it normally did.

It was all Rafaelo’s fault.

Embarrassment rolling like nausea in her stomach had woken her several times during the night. She took a sip of tea. He must think she was a nut. No, he thought she suffered from some medical incapacity.

Most likely insanity.

Setting down the mug on the bench beside her, she groaned in humiliation and buried her head in her hands. How was she ever going to face him again?

He’d wanted to kiss her last night.

But he hadn’t. Because fear had closed in on her, taking over her, until she’d run to her sanctuary, victim to the terror that crawled through her. Silly, scared little kitten.

Kitten. The joking, childish nickname was suddenly a symptom of all that was wrong.

Was it any wonder that Heath had never viewed her as a woman? Rafaelo had been brutally honest last night, telling her that she was wasting her time on Heath.

Deep down she knew he was right. She needed a life. Yes, she needed a wake-up call. Not because she was sleeping—but because she was frozen. A solid block of ice that only looked like a woman. If she hadn’t felt a tinge of bitterness at the waste, she might have found it funny.

But did that mean letting Rafaelo kiss her would be right? He was the cause of this restlessness, the dissatisfaction, the strange discomfort that lay in the base of her stomach, warming her, making her itch. And nothing about that was remotely humorous.

Rafaelo wouldn’t hurt her…

Then caution kicked in. How could she know that? She barely knew the man. All she’d seen was the macho exterior, the snapping eyes that hinted at passion and dark depths of emotion beneath the handsome veneer. How could she be sure that he was safe?