Susan Stephens - A Scandalous Midnight In Madrid

‘Well, no one told me,’ he assured her, ‘or I would have instructed you not to come.’

‘ Instructed me?’ she exclaimed with outrage.

So, there was fire beneath that cool exterior. It seemed the mountains had changed them both.

Urging his stallion forward when they hit a flatter piece of ground, he said, ‘I hope you can ride.’

‘I’ve been riding since I was a child,’ she told him. ‘So, you’re quite safe to let me go.’

‘I’ll be the judge of that. My stallion’s suffered enough delay for one day, and the last thing I need is you falling off.’

As she huffed her displeasure, he registered how good it felt to have Sadie pressed up hard against him. She was more toned than he had expected, though soft in all the right places. Strong, yet vulnerable, he thought, and, though he had briefly resented the fact that his precious solitude had been interrupted, he found himself looking forward to the next few days. ‘Hold on,’ he said as he pushed Thor into a gallop when they reached some flat ground.

‘Do you think I’m going to drop off like a pile of old rubbish?’

‘I wouldn’t describe you quite like that,’ he said dryly as Sadie turned to flash him an angry glance.

‘How would you describe me?’ she asked after a few moments when she had settled into the rhythm of his horse.

He smiled and said nothing. That was one question he had no intention of answering just yet.

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