Not her problem. She struggled to squash her instinctive urge to look out for him. She and Mark had been a tight unit since they were children, when their mother had died and, in the absence of any father, or any relatives for that matter, they had been put into care. Younger by four years, he had been a sickly child, debilitated by frequent asthma attacks. Like a surrogate mother hen, she had learnt to take care of him and to put his needs ahead of her own. She had gained strength, allowing him the freedom to be the gentle, dreamy child who had matured into a gentle, dreamy adult—despite his long hair, his earring and the tattoo on his shoulder which seemed to announce a different kind of person.
‘Well, now that you know where they are, I guess you’ll be leaving.’
Luiz, looking at her down-bent head, pondered this sequence of events. Missing niece. Missing boyfriend. Long trip to locate them.
‘I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming,’ he mused. ‘Having a few days away would be the perfect opportunity for your brother to seal the deal. Maybe my presence on the scene alerted him to the fact that time wouldn’t be on his side when it came to marrying my niece. Maybe he figured that the courtship would have to be curtailed and the main event brought forward … a winter wedding. Very romantic.’
‘That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!’
‘I’d be surprised if you didn’t say that. Well, it’s not going to happen. We’ll just have to make sure that we get to that romantic hideaway and surprise them before they have time to do anything regrettable.’
‘We?’
Luiz looked at her with raised eyebrows. ‘Well, you don’t imagine that I’m going to go there on my own and leave you behind so that you can get on the phone and warn your brother of my impending arrival, do you?’
‘You’re crazy! I’m not going anywhere with you, Luiz Montes!’
‘It’s not ideal timing, and I can’t say that I haven’t got better things to do on a Friday evening, but I can’t see a way out of it. I anticipate we’ll be there by tomorrow lunchtime, so you’ll have to pack enough for a weekend and make it quick. I’ll need to get back to my place so that I can throw some things in a bag.’
‘You’re not hearing what I’m saying!’
‘Correction. I am hearing. I’m just choosing to ignore what you’re saying because none of it will make any difference to what I intend to do.’
‘I refuse to go along with this!’
‘Here’s the choice. We go, I chat to your brother, I dangle my financial inducement in front of him … A few tears all round to start with but in the end everyone’s happy. Plan B is I send my men up to physically bring him back to London, where he’ll find that life can be very uncomfortable when all avenues of work are dried up. I’ll put the word out in the music industry that he’s not to be touched with a barge pole. You’d be surprised if you knew the extent of my connections. One word—vast. I’m guessing that as his loyal, devoted sister, option two might be tough to swallow.’
‘You are … are …’
‘Yes, yes, yes. I know what you think of me. I’ll give you ten minutes to be at the front door. If you’re not there, I’m coming in to get you. And look on the bright side, Agatha. I’m not even asking you to take time off from your job. You’ll be delivered safely back here by Monday morning, in one piece and with a bank account that’s stuffed to the rafters. And we’ll never have to lay eyes on each other again!’
CHAPTER TWO
‘I JUST can’t believe that you would blackmail me into this,’ was the first thing she said as she joined him at the front door, bag reluctantly in hand.
‘Blackmail? I prefer to call it persuasion.’ Luiz pushed himself off the wall against which he had been lounging, calculating how much work he would be missing and also working out that his date for the following night wasn’t going to be overjoyed at this sudden road trip. Not that that unduly bothered him. In fact, to call it a date was wildly inappropriate. He had had four dates with Chloe Bern and on the fifth he had broken it gently to her that things between them weren’t working out. She hadn’t taken it well. This was the sixth time he would be seeing her and it would be to repeat what he had already told her on date five.
Aggie snorted derisively. She had feverishly tried to find a way of backing out, but all exits seemed to have been barred. Luiz was in hunting mode and she knew that the threats he had made hadn’t been empty ones. For the sake of her brother, she had no choice but to agree to this trip and she felt like exploding with anger.
Outside, the weather was grimly uninviting, freezing cold and with an ominous stillness in the atmosphere.
She followed him to his fancy car, incongruous between the battered, old run-arounds on either side, and made another inarticulate noise as he beeped it open.
‘You’re going to tell me,’ Luiz said, settling into the driver’s seat and waiting for her as she strapped herself in, ‘that this is a pointless toy belonging to someone with more money than sense. Am I right?’
‘You must be a mind reader,’ Aggie said acidly.
‘Not a mind reader. Just astute when it comes to remembering conversations we’ve had in the past.’ He started the engine and the sports car purred to life.
‘You can’t have remembered everything I’ve said to you,’ Aggie muttered uncomfortably.
‘Everything. How do you think I’m so sure that you never mentioned renting this dump here?’ He threw her a sidelong glance. ‘I’m thinking that your brother doesn’t contribute greatly to the family finances?’ Which in turn made him wonder who would be footing the bill for the romantic getaway. If Aggie barely earned enough to keep the roof over her head, then it stood to reason that Mark earned even less, singing songs in a pub. His jaw tightened at the certainty that Maria was already the goose laying the golden eggs.
‘He can’t,’ Aggie admitted reluctantly. ‘Not that I mind, because I don’t.’
‘That’s big of you. Most people would resent having to take care of their kid brother when he’s capable of taking care of himself.’ They had both been sketchy on the details of Mark’s job and Luiz, impatient with a task that had been foisted onto his shoulders, had not delved deeply enough. He had been content enough to ascertain that his niece wasn’t going out with a potential axe-murderer, junkie or criminal on the run. ‘So … he works in a bar and plays now and then in a band. You might as well tell me the truth, Agatha. Considering there’s no longer any point in keeping secrets.’
Aggie shrugged. ‘Yes, he works in a bar and gets a gig once every few weeks. But his talent is really with songwriting. You’ll probably think that I’m spinning you a fairy story, because you’re suspicious of everything I say …’
‘With good reason, as it turns out.’
‘But he’s pretty amazing at composing. Often in the evenings, while I’m reading or else going through some of the homework from the kids or preparing for classes, he’ll sit on the sofa playing his guitar and working on his latest song over and over until he thinks he’s got it just right.’
‘And you never thought to mention that to me because …?’
‘I’m sure Mark told you that he enjoyed songwriting.’
‘He told me that he was a musician.