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… Gabriel de la Vega, disgraced son of a Mexican ranchero, returns to his Alta California home when Americans take power to help his countrymen with the bewildering transition and make amends to the woman he once wronged.
Fiercely independent, Isabella Fuentes swore she’d never forgive Gabriel for abandoning her on the night they were to elope. Now he’s back, playing a dangerous game, pretending to be meek and repentant when she knows the handsome, former outlaw is anything but contrite.
When a series of accidents threaten Isabella’s safety, Gabriel offers an outrageous solution: the protection of a brief civil marriage. Isabella is tempted. But can she rely on a man who once betrayed her and can she trust her foolish heart to let him go when the danger has passed?
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Isabella waited in front of the hotel while Gabriel saw to the horses. Pablo and Catalina, who had chosen to walk, would be along shortly.
Offering his arm, Gabriel leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Try to appear happy. You’re a bride. Brides are supposed to be giddy with relief that a handsome devil like myself chose to relieve them of their lonely lives.”
“Or their property.”
He cocked his head as a lazy smile lightened his handsome features. “You’re recovering, I see.”
She snorted as they entered the lobby. Gabriel escorted her to her room, the one she’d occupied for Sorina’s wedding festivities. For propriety’s sake, he’d taken another room when they’d arrived, and she wondered if he planned to move in with her tonight.
Anticipation tingled in her core. She shrugged and opened the velvet drapes, letting in the gray morning light. Removing her gloves and her cloak, she turned to face him. “Shall I order tea and a light repast?”
“If you wish, my dear. I’m afraid I must go out.”
“You’re leaving me so soon?” She frowned.
He reached out and tweaked her nose. “Alas, this marriage of convenience business is too stressful for me to remain. Have your tea and a nap. I’ll be back for the noon meal.”
She studied his rueful expression, searching for a hint of desire. It wasn’t there. A wisp of disappointment washed over her. What was he up to? “Take your time. If you don’t return, I’ll dine without you.”
He bowed with an exaggerated flourish and left the room.
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