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  “I liked it better when I was an honored guest,” she mumbled.

  Diego threw all her drawing supplies into a beat-up old shopping bag and put it in the front of the truck, where it was now between Alejandro’s boots.

  When they pulled off the road onto a long driveway, Elise sat up. She needed to look about the place, see what she could suggest adding, or taking away. Besides the planning, if she was going to do this, she needed to learn to sell things. Like Ray, she thought. Ray who she’d never met but actually had. The confusing idea made her smile.

  It looked to be a ranch. To the right was a barn next to a pasture with a few horses. In the distance was a long, low house nearly hidden in the trees. The whole place reeked of wealth.

  “Do you ride?” Elise asked Alejandro in English. She was still hoping to catch him in his lie of not speaking her language.

  Diego answered. “He’s played polo.”

  “Really?” She leaned back to look at him as though appraising his body—which she was doing. “For some team owned by a rich woman? What else did he do for her? Manicures? Hairdressing?” She was batting her lashes at him innocently.

  Alejandro’s lips twitched as he repressed a grin and he turned away to look out the window.

  “Picks out her clothes for her,” Diego said. “He likes to buy shoes.”

  “For him or her?”

  “They share them.” Laughing, Diego stopped the truck and got out. His smile showed how happy he was. “Come on, you two. Let’s get to work.”

  “Tell her I’m good at riding things other than horses,” Alejandro said in Spanish.

  “Tell her yourself,” Diego said. “Better yet, don’t talk, just work.” He took the bag of drawing supplies out of the truck and handed them to Elise. “Here she comes. Sell yourself.”

  “I’m not sure—” Elise began, but Alejandro put his hands on her shoulders, straightened them, then gave her a shove forward.

  The woman was tall, with lots of dark hair and her face was so perfectly cared for that it was hard to guess her age. But she wasn’t young. She had on tight jeans and a cotton shirt that fit her trim body well. She walked past the two men to Elise. “You must be the designer I’ve heard so much about.”

  “Me?” Elise said, then caught herself. “I mean, how nice. From which of my clients?”

  Diego and Alejandro were standing over her like guardians of a temple.

  “Audrey Bellmont couldn’t say enough good things about you. A dance pavilion. What a clever idea! She can invite gorgeous half-naked men and call it dancing.” She looked at Alejandro. “You might get an invitation.”

  The smile left Elise’s face and she took a step toward him.

  The woman looked at Elise and nodded in understanding. This man was taken. “I’m Eva Foster, and as soon as I get the men settled, we’ll go inside and talk about something I’d like to do in the back. My husband’s going to hate it, but he’ll get used to it.”

  Elise stood to the side as Mrs. Foster spoke to Diego in Spanish, and unless Elise missed her guess, that was her native language. Cuban, maybe?

  Mrs. Foster told Diego about the wall and clearing away some brush toward the back.

  Then she looked at Alejandro and asked if he knew which end of a horse to saddle.

  Elise watched as he gave Mrs. Foster a slow, easy smile that made her take a step toward him.

  “If I get too close, your girlfriend will tear my hair out,” Mrs. Foster said softly in Spanish.

  “She’s not mine,” he replied. “I dream of it, but she says no. I think maybe she’s afraid of me. I’m too much for her.”

  Elise couldn’t help it as she narrowed her eyes at him.

  Alejandro smiled back at her innocently. Supposedly, Elise had no idea what he’d said.

  “One of my stable hands is out today, so saddle the black for me. As soon as I’m done with young Elise here, I have to go across the river.” She spoke in Spanish to Alejandro. “Want to go with me?”

  Elise was unabashedly watching him. While it was true that there was nothing between them, at the same time, it was far from true.

  “I apologize, but my heart is with someone else,” Alejandro said. “I’m just waiting for her to gather her courage and accept what I offer.”

  Mrs. Foster laughed. “Ah... I’ve been there. But alas, it’s your loss.” She turned to Elise and said in English, “Shall we go? I have a guest who is dying to meet you. He says he owns a huge garden and needs a designer for it. Think you can handle a big job?”

  Elise was still hearing Alejandro’s words in her mind. His heart? How could that be?

  To him, they’d known each other a very short time. They’d never had so much as a conversation. How could he talk of hearts when they didn’t know each other?

  On the other hand, she’d known Kent since she was a child and look how that had turned out.

  When Mrs. Foster walked ahead, Elise stayed where she was, standing close to Alejandro. She wanted to say something to him. Spanish, English, she didn’t care which. But no words came to her mind.

  Instead, with her eyes straight ahead, she reached out and entwined her fingers with his. It wasn’t a full handhold, just fingertips.

  Like her, he kept looking forward, but there was promise in their hands. It was time for them to be together.

  When Mrs. Foster started to turn back, Elise dropped Alejandro’s hand and hurried forward, the shopping bag held tightly.

  This is it, she thought. She was really and truly starting a new career. She’d never thought about being a garden designer, but she liked the idea. And she’d have Alejandro, Diego, and Miguel and the men. Maybe even Carmen would help.

  Mrs. Foster opened the door to her house and stepped back to let Elise go in first.

  On the threshold, Elise paused to look at Alejandro. He was standing exactly where she’d left him. There was an expression on his beautiful face that she’d never seen on a man before—or at least not directed at her. True, there was a look of lust, of sexual excitement, but also of... Elise took a breath. Love? Was that what she was seeing in Alejandro’s dark eyes? Was it possibly how she was looking at him too?

  She wasn’t only starting a career. This was a new life!

  Reluctantly, she turned away and went into the cool darkness of the interior. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust—and when they did, she didn’t believe what she saw.

  Her father was standing at the end of the big living room—and coming swiftly toward her were two of his hired guards.

  “Elise, I’d like you to meet—” Mrs. Foster began. But Elise was already headed for the door.

  She wasn’t fast enough. The guards grabbed her, one on each arm, and pulled her back into the room.

  “What the hell is this?” Mrs. Foster yelled. “I’m calling the sheriff.”

  One of the guards, still holding on to Elise, took the phone from Mrs. Foster’s hand.

  “Get out of here!” Elise said to Mrs. Foster in Spanish. “Get Alejandro to go after the sheriff.”

  “Really, Elise,” her father said, his voice sounding long-suffering. “Such dramatics. Where did you pick up that awful language? You sound like the cleaning woman. We just want to get you some help.” He turned to Mrs. Foster. “I apologize for the subterfuge, but this is my daughter and she has some serious mental problems. I need to get her to a doctor. Immediately!”

  “Oh my goodness!” Mrs. Foster said. “I had no idea. The poor thing.” She looked at Elise with sympathy. “I’ll get the bastard for you,” she said in Spanish, then turned back to the men. “Do you need a car?”

  “No,” Elise’s father said. “We brought one.” In the distance they could hear sirens. “What did you do?” he yelled.

  Mrs. Foster seemed genuinely puzzled.

  Elise’s father look