At His Service: Flirting with the Boss: Crazy about her Spanish Boss / Hired: The Boss's Bride / Blind Date with the Boss

She’d been thinking about Remi’s babies, the ones she wanted to have with him. They’d have incredibly long, gorgeous names like Basilio Remigio de Gray y Goyo, or a Carolina Alfonso Domenica de Gray y Goyo. Whether Conde or Condesa, they’d have beautiful olive skin and flashing black eyes. Their children would be loved and cherished and—

“Jilly?”

She blinked. Her brother was still on the line. “I’m here. I was just about to tell you I’ll fly over for a quick visit in August to see the new arrival.”

“We’re all looking forward to that. The kids adore their aunt.”

“I love them,” she said, her voice trembling. “Now I’d better let you go so you can earn your living.”

“Don’t be upset with me, Jilly. All I want is your happiness.”

“That goes both ways. We’ll keep in close touch. Love you.” She hung up before he could say anything else.

Depending on how things were going by August, maybe Remi would fly over with her. He could visit his distributor in New York. She could drop in to see Pia. They could even write it off as a business expense.

Perhaps Remi would even drive to Albany with her. She wanted the two men in her life to meet. Angela would absolutely die when she saw Senor Goyo for the first time. If Jillian was going to dream, might as well dream big until it all turned into a nightmare.

That was the problem with a wonderful brother like Dave. He’d never steered her wrong. Was she deluding herself to hope the day might come when Remi would reach out for her love?

Troubled by the conversation with Dave, she moved over to the window and looked out through haunted eyes at the olive groves. The blurry spot prevented her from seeing things perfectly. Maybe it went deeper than her eye. Maybe it had impaired her judgment so she only saw what she wanted to see.

Her mind kept replaying what he’d said about Remi. He’s not like Kyle in any way, shape or form.

No. Her man of La Mancha had demons, and maybe like Don Quixote she would be forever tilting at windmills in an effort to help Remi get past them.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“GRACIAS.” The two little girls thanked Jillian for the sack of marzipan she’d bought them in Madrid. She sat with them on the rim of the fountain and ate the delicious confection. This was a favorite spot because there couldn’t be a more beautiful courtyard anywhere in Spain.