Claiming His Wife. Diana Hamilton

arrived in Seville in the sweltering afternoon heat and booked into a hotel where, to her knee-sagging relief, she’d been given a room of her own, complete with a four-poster bed and wonderful views of the Giralda. Then, before she’d had time to unpack her meagre belongings, Roman had knocked on the door, insisting on taking her to a surprisingly elegant boutique off the pedestrianised Calle Sierpes.

      The sheer, rather stark grace of the dark-haired woman who had approached them had made Cassie sit up and take notice. The discreet decor, the clever lighting, the single garment on display—a simple cream silk suit with a designer label to die for—shrieked serious money.