Her pulse jerked. Escape from what? She had come here to put the past behind her. It was why she’d fought so hard to win this assignment. To make the world, and more particularly her father, sit up and take notice. And that was what would happen when she sent him a copy of the magazine with her byline beneath the photographs. Lifting her chin, she smiled at Agusto.
‘I’m sure you didn’t invite me here to discuss coffee. How about I talk you through the production process for the shoot? And then if you have any questions I’ll try and answer them.’
/> ‘I have some questions.’
Luis’s voice cut through her smile.
‘You do?’ She forced herself to meet his gaze. ‘That’s great,’ she said stiffly.
‘You seem very young. I’m just wondering about your experience.’
His mother frowned at him. ‘I gave you Cristina’s CV, cariño.’
‘And I read it. It seems very light. Does it cover all your talents?’
He watched her beautiful light brown eyes widen.
‘No, not all of them.’ She looked at him calmly. ‘I worked in a cake shop when I was fifteen, so I can make a mean crème pâtissière if you’re tempted.’
‘I’m not.’ He held her gaze. ‘Not any more, anyway.’
*
After the interview was over, and Cristina had left the room, Sofia glanced at her husband and son and said quickly, ‘Well, I thought that went well. I know she’s young, but she seemed very genuine—and quite charming.’
Luis felt his stomach twist. Oh, she was charming, all right—but genuine?
Breathing in, he said as calmly as he could manage, ‘She did seem charming. But wouldn’t you prefer someone with a little more gravitas?’
He was speaking to his mother, but it was his father who answered the question.
‘Not really. Unless you have a particular reason to doubt this young women?’
Luis hesitated. Say it, he ordered himself. Tell the truth.
But how? He could hardly tell his mother that he’d had sex with Cristina. For a start, she thought he’d flown in that morning. Nor could he reveal that his fears lay rooted in a mistake he’d made five years ago—a mistake that had cost his brother his life and his parents a son.
Looking at their faces, he made up his mind. He didn’t trust Cristina, but he didn’t need to admit that or explain why. He just needed to be around to keep tabs on her.
Slowly, he shook his head. ‘No, I don’t. All that matters to me is that you’re happy. And besides, I can help. You know how much I love photography.’
His mother looked at him in confusion. ‘But, cariño, you won’t be here—’
Luis picked up his mother’s hand and pressed it to his mouth. ‘I can be, Mamá. And I want to be.’
His mother’s tears of happiness made him feel guiltier than ever. But he would do whatever it took to protect his parents. Even lie to them.
‘I think it would be a good idea if we did the photo shoot on the island,’ he said firmly.
La Isla de los Halcones had belonged to the Osorio family for over one hundred years. It was isolated—only accessible by motorboat—and best of all communication with the mainland was limited to a landline.
It’s completely private, and much more relaxed.’ He smiled reassuringly at both of them. ‘It’ll be perfect, and I’ll be there to supervise the whole thing.’
And if that meant keeping a close eye on Cristina then so be it.
CHAPTER THREE
‘IS THERE ANYTHING else I can get you, Ms Shephard? More coffee?’