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‘Alejandro …?’ she prompted nervously.

‘The chain of hotels we own in Australia are under threat of a takeover. I have to go,’ he spoke flatly.

Brynne stared at him, unable to comprehend what he was saying. ‘Go where?’

Alejandro shot her an impatient glance as he stood up. ‘Australia, of course.’

He received a telephone call from his brother in the middle of the night, and he had to go to Australia?

What of their lovemaking just now?

Did that mean nothing to him at all?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BRYNNE stared at Alejandro incomprehensbly as he took a bag from the wardrobe and started to throw things inside it.

The two of them had been to bed together, had made love—wild, abandoned lovemaking on her part—and now Alejandro was just proposing to leave her as if it had never happened?

‘Alejandro—’

‘I do not have time for this right now, Brynne,’ he cut in harshly as he finished packing his bag. ‘I have to call my pilot and have him ready the plane for immediate departure.’

Her eyes widened as he picked up the telephone receiver and pressed several buttons. ‘You’re actually leaving right this minute?’ Leaving her now, without any word being spoken between them about what had happened tonight …? ‘That doesn’t give me very long to wake Michael and pack our bags—’

Alejandro frowned as he turned to look at her. ‘And why would you need to do either of those things?’

‘So that we can come with you, of course,’ she came back sharply.

Take Brynne and Michael to Australia with him after what had just happened? To have her there waiting for him at the hotel whenever he had a spare minute from the lengthy business meetings that would no doubt ensue once he joined his brother in Australia?

No!

He had no idea what had happened between himself and Brynne this evening. She had looked so appealing as she had lain on the sofa, and had felt so soft and warm in his arms as he had carried her up the stairs, that it had been impossible to do anything other than take her to his own bedroom and make love to her.

But Brynne, he knew, was not like the women he had been involved with since Francesca died.

For one thing she was the aunt of his son.

More importantly, he had become aware as they had pulled apart before he had answered Roberto’s call—had seen the evidence himself on the sheet she had lain upon—that he had been Brynne’s first lover!

He had never been any woman’s first, had no experience whatsoever to draw upon to help him deal with that discovery.

His sudden departure might seem cruel to Brynne, but for himself Alejandro knew that he needed this time away from her, if only to consider where their relationship could possibly go after his discovery. If it went anywhere …

‘Do not be ridiculous, Brynne.’ Alejandro shook his head as he frowned down at her. ‘I do not intend to take either you or Michael to Australia with me!’

‘But—’

‘Consuelo?’ Alejandro said into the receiver as his call was finally answered, firing out instructions at a rapid pace before abruptly ending the call to turn and speak to Brynne once again.

Only to discover that she had gone …

Along with all trace of her, he noted with a frown, her pyjamas removed from the bedroom floor, only the rumpled bedclothes to show that he had not been alone in the bed a few minutes ago.