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misgivings. “I don’t know if he’ll come. It was hard to persuade him to part with the sample.”
“I know you can do it. My assistant has booked you a flight to Santiago this evening. You’ll be back in Mendoza by morning.”
“But I’m supposed to fly to Johannesburg tomorrow.” She had eleven vineyard tours lined up.
His face closed over. “Johannesburg can wait. I can’t. You must bring him here this week. At once.”
Susannah opened her mouth to protest—then closed it again.
This was her boss. Everyone knew the company was his personal fiefdom and if he wanted her to cancel a week’s worth of carefully planned tours to go on a personal errand, she’d better do it.
“Reassure him that the visit will be worth his while.” Tarrant leaned forward, resting a gray-suited elbow on his chair. “Despite my reputation, I’m not such an egotist that I believe everyone on earth knows who I am. Tell him who I am. What I can give him.”
The emotion on his face surprised her. She was seeing another side to Tarrant Hardcastle. Under the brash tycoon exterior was a human being, fragile and insecure like everyone else. A man who wanted to meet the son he fathered before it was too late. Who maybe even craved affection and love that he’d forsaken for so long.
Her heart squeezed. She had to help him.
He grabbed her hand. “I’m a dying man. Don’t be afraid to tug at his heartstrings.” He squeezed, his bony fingertips pressing into her palm. “All men have them, despite what we’d prefer you women to believe.”
Susannah, exhausted almost to the point of collapse, pulled into the driveway of Tierra de Oro the following afternoon.
She’d rented a larger car with a bigger fuel tank as a measure of self-preservation. But the way she felt right now, if Amado’s huge white dogs wanted to eat her alive, they were quite welcome.
She hadn’t called. Tarrant had been sure the element of surprise was in her favor and she suspected he was right.
She’d jumped a foot into the air every time her phone rang in the last twenty-four hours. But Amado hadn’t called her either, despite his promise.
She parked in front of the house. Inhaled deeply. Then she summoned her last ounce of strength to tug on the door handle, and stepped out into the blinding sun.
The first thing she heard was the high-pitched keening of a woman weeping.
Uh-oh.
She approached the door, wincing at the loud crunch of her shoes on the gravel drive.
Heart pounding, she knocked. Held herself steady as footsteps approached. The tall wood-paneled door flung open.
Amado.
For a second his face was blank with shock. Then his fierce black gaze hit her like a blast from a shotgun. “You.”
She swallowed hard. “Me.”
He was taller and more imposing than she remembered. More handsome, too. His hair hung in his eyes and made him look slightly wild. Uncivilized.
“Look what you’ve done.” His fierce whisper grated on her ears. He gestured inside the house. Racking sobs filled the serene, antique-filled space. “My mother is distraught.”
A strange expression came over his face.
She’s not your mother.
She kept silent as the thought passed between them, thickening the tension in the air.
The two big white dogs appeared, sentries at Amado’s sides. Their dark eyes peered up at her as if to ask “Why?”
Susannah took a step backward, and almost fell off the steps. Amado leaped forward and pulled her roughly back up.
Then he tugged his hand away as if the bare skin of her arm had stung him like a jellyfish.
“Thank you,” she stammered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you or your family—”
His eyes narrowed. “But you had a job to do.” She could hear the controlled rage in his deep voice.
She swallowed.
Another loud wail rang through the air.
Amado forced a grim smile. Gestured into the pain-filled interior. “Why don’t you come in?”
He disappeared into the cool gloom of the house. One of the
“I know you can do it. My assistant has booked you a flight to Santiago this evening. You’ll be back in Mendoza by morning.”
“But I’m supposed to fly to Johannesburg tomorrow.” She had eleven vineyard tours lined up.
His face closed over. “Johannesburg can wait. I can’t. You must bring him here this week. At once.”
Susannah opened her mouth to protest—then closed it again.
This was her boss. Everyone knew the company was his personal fiefdom and if he wanted her to cancel a week’s worth of carefully planned tours to go on a personal errand, she’d better do it.
“Reassure him that the visit will be worth his while.” Tarrant leaned forward, resting a gray-suited elbow on his chair. “Despite my reputation, I’m not such an egotist that I believe everyone on earth knows who I am. Tell him who I am. What I can give him.”
The emotion on his face surprised her. She was seeing another side to Tarrant Hardcastle. Under the brash tycoon exterior was a human being, fragile and insecure like everyone else. A man who wanted to meet the son he fathered before it was too late. Who maybe even craved affection and love that he’d forsaken for so long.
Her heart squeezed. She had to help him.
He grabbed her hand. “I’m a dying man. Don’t be afraid to tug at his heartstrings.” He squeezed, his bony fingertips pressing into her palm. “All men have them, despite what we’d prefer you women to believe.”
Susannah, exhausted almost to the point of collapse, pulled into the driveway of Tierra de Oro the following afternoon.
She’d rented a larger car with a bigger fuel tank as a measure of self-preservation. But the way she felt right now, if Amado’s huge white dogs wanted to eat her alive, they were quite welcome.
She hadn’t called. Tarrant had been sure the element of surprise was in her favor and she suspected he was right.
She’d jumped a foot into the air every time her phone rang in the last twenty-four hours. But Amado hadn’t called her either, despite his promise.
She parked in front of the house. Inhaled deeply. Then she summoned her last ounce of strength to tug on the door handle, and stepped out into the blinding sun.
The first thing she heard was the high-pitched keening of a woman weeping.
Uh-oh.
She approached the door, wincing at the loud crunch of her shoes on the gravel drive.
Heart pounding, she knocked. Held herself steady as footsteps approached. The tall wood-paneled door flung open.
Amado.
For a second his face was blank with shock. Then his fierce black gaze hit her like a blast from a shotgun. “You.”
She swallowed hard. “Me.”
He was taller and more imposing than she remembered. More handsome, too. His hair hung in his eyes and made him look slightly wild. Uncivilized.
“Look what you’ve done.” His fierce whisper grated on her ears. He gestured inside the house. Racking sobs filled the serene, antique-filled space. “My mother is distraught.”
A strange expression came over his face.
She’s not your mother.
She kept silent as the thought passed between them, thickening the tension in the air.
The two big white dogs appeared, sentries at Amado’s sides. Their dark eyes peered up at her as if to ask “Why?”
Susannah took a step backward, and almost fell off the steps. Amado leaped forward and pulled her roughly back up.
Then he tugged his hand away as if the bare skin of her arm had stung him like a jellyfish.
“Thank you,” she stammered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you or your family—”
His eyes narrowed. “But you had a job to do.” She could hear the controlled rage in his deep voice.
She swallowed.
Another loud wail rang through the air.
Amado forced a grim smile. Gestured into the pain-filled interior. “Why don’t you come in?”
He disappeared into the cool gloom of the house. One of the
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