“Buenos dias, Maria.”
“The Senor wants you to come to the living room. I’ll show you where it is. A police lieutenant is here about the car accident.”
“That’s right. I’d forgotten all about it.” After finishing the last bite of roll, she followed Maria down the hall to the foyer and opened the double doors.
Two men stood talking in the center of a room even more fantastic than the master bedroom. One man was in uniform, but Jillian never noticed him. She was too busy feasting her gaze on the devastatingly attractive male wearing thigh-molding jeans and a creamy shirt. He’d dominated her dreams all night.
CHAPTER FIVE
REMI’S PULSE RACED WHEN he saw a golden-haired figure enter the room. Some American women carried themselves with a certain confidence that made them stand out. She would have anyway, he mused to himself.
The short-sleeved khaki blouse gave definition to the slenderly rounded body he’d held close to him last night. Her imprint had left an indelible impression, causing him a restless night.
Up to now he’d only seen her in a dress or a skirt and blouse. This morning she’d put on matching khaki pants that outlined her long, shapely legs. Judging by the way the officer couldn’t take his eyes off her, he, too, was mesmerized by her femininity. There ought to be a law …
“Senora Gray?”
As she looked at him, her eye glowed green fire in a room of dark, heavy furniture. Gone were last night’s tears. Their presence had revealed unexpected vulnerabilities that squeezed his heart.
“This is Captain Perez. He wants to ask you a few questions about the accident.”
She turned her attention to the other man. “How do you, Captain.” They shook hands.
“It won’t take long, Senora. If you’d prefer to sit—”
“I’m fine.”
Remi watched him study her the way any man would when confronted by exceptional beauty. For a reason he didn’t wish to examine, it bothered him much more than it should have.
“I’m sorry your eye was injured, but I must confess I’m relieved to see you are looking so well.”
“Thank you. Senor Goyo is responsible for my quick recovery. My own family couldn’t have taken better care of me, had they been able to be here.”
The furrow deepened between Remi’s brows. Did Jillian know about her sister-in-law’s precarious condition?
“You are most fortunate, Senora. For the record, what I need from you is an account of how the accident happened.”
Remi listened as she told her version. It didn’t vary from his own except that she took full blame for it by explaining her bad judgment in trying to swerve her car.
The officer nodded and wrote a few words in his notebook. Then he lifted his head. “I understand you work for EuropaUltimate Tours. Why is it that you were alone in a rental car that day?”
“Between bus tours I do research to plan new tours for the company.”
“You were planning a tour here in Castile-La Mancha?”
“Yes.”
He smiled. “In this time of drought, tourism is good for our country.”
Jillian’s gaze flicked to Remi before she said, “In my opinion this part of Spain is one of the true wonders of the world.”
While Remi felt a rush of adrenaline infiltrate his system, the captain flashed a white smile. “I will pass your sentiment along, Senora. Thank you for your time.”
“I’d like to thank you and all the people who came to my rescue so fast.”
“Let us hope your eye heals completely.”
She nodded, not allowing her smile to fade even though Dr. Filartigua had indicated that such a miracle wasn’t going to happen.
“I’ll see you out, Captain.” Remi was anxious for the officer to leave before he said anything more damaging. Jillian didn’t need to dwell on the negative, and he wanted to get to the bottom of a certain comment she’d made a few moments ago.
She joined him in the foyer to see the officer out the door. When he’d gone, Remi turned to her. “You look like you slept well.”
“I did.” Her gaze took in the foyer’s accoutrements. “This is the lap of luxury for me. Breakfast brought in before I even asked for it. You’ve spoiled me.”
If he hadn’t been there when she’d broken down last evening, he could be forgiven for thinking she was invincible.
“But you still miss your brother,” he inserted. Not to mention her deceased husband, whom he tried hard not to think about at all.
“Naturally I’d love to see him, but he couldn’t come.”
“Is that what he told you?”
“Dave didn’t have to say anything. With Angela this close to her delivery date, he needs to be with her. If she weren’t expecting, he would have flown over with her and the children.” Her delicately arched brows formed a frown. “Why are you so concerned about that?”
Maybe she didn’t know about the toxemia. Relieved by her explanation he said, “Probably because I haven’t had a sister to worry about before.” Just keep thinking of her in those terms, Goyo.
“She’d be a lucky woman,” Jillian whispered.
While he digested that remark she asked, “What about brothers?”
He’d known this moment would come. “I have one,” he muttered.
She looked away. “I’m sorry if my question was off-limits.”
Remi inhaled sharply. “It was a perfectly normal question.”
“But you’d prefer not to talk about him.”
“Did I say that?” he challenged.
“You didn’t have to.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “What would you like to know?”
She hunched her feminine shoulders. “Only what you’re willing to tell me.”
His guest said and did everything right. “Let’s take a walk outside before the heat becomes too intense. I have something important to discuss with you. Do you need to go back to your room first?”
“No. I’m ready.”
A woman who didn’t fuss. She was a rarity in too many disturbing ways.
He opened the door for her, unable to avoid breathing her fragrance as she moved past him to step outside. His eyes took in the exciting mold of her body before he caught up to her.
“Where are we going?” she asked without looking at him.
“If you’re up for it, I’d like to go as far as the mill house I showed you yesterday.”
“I’d love it. I’m a tour guide who’s not used to such inactivity. It’ll feel good to stretch my legs.”
Remi immediately pushed the thought of her legs away.
They walked around the side of the main house. “His name is Javier.”
“Older or younger?” she asked without missing her stride.
“Younger by thirteen months.”
They kept on going. He paced his steps so she could keep up with him.
“I take it he’s not on the estate. Where does he live?”