Susan Stephens - In the Brazilian's Debt

‘Your attempt to change the subject has fallen on deaf ears, Lizzie Fane,’ Danny assured her.

There were too many grooms around, as well as Chico’s fellow polo players, for Lizzie to be indiscreet, but Danny wasn’t going to let the subject drop. ‘So, what do you want to know?’ Lizzie asked.

‘You were a long time alone with Chico, and so I was wondering...’

‘He was telling me about the bandaging tutorial we have to attend at six tomorrow morning.’

As Danny groaned the polo player behind them, muddy and with his hair tousled from a game, exclaimed, ‘Wake up and move along, will you? Hungry people are waiting to be fed here.’

‘Calm down, man mountain,’ Danny flashed, rounding on him. ‘We’re hungry too.’

‘Then hurry up and choose your food, fresh meat—’

‘Watch it, nuts for brains, or it’ll be your meat on the grill,’ Danny fired back.

‘I love your ladylike way with words,’ Lizzie murmured as the good-looking guy stared down at Danny with amusement.

‘Are you all like this back home?’ he demanded, directing the question at Danny.

‘Believe it,’ Danny snapped, exchanging an appreciative look with Lizzie.

‘Tiago,’ Lizzie confirmed in a discreet murmur. ‘One of the top players. You must have seen him on the cover of Polo Times ? Bad. Very bad.’

‘Excellent,’ Danny mouthed.

‘That’s your Christmas present sorted.’

‘Promise?’

‘It’s a deal,’ Lizzie confirmed.

Danny was about to say something smart back, but her words choked off abruptly when she saw the expression on Lizzie’s face. Nothing more needed to be said. Chico Fernandez had just walked into the cookhouse.

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