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‘So now it’s my fault?’ she demanded, hands on hips

Cara had to be one of the shortest people he’d ever dalena In the fourher seem more doll-like than he re hair or the ferocity blazing froetic before hih to knock her down

He bit back another oath ‘What’s done is done I’ve apologised and as far as I’m concerned that’s the end of the et about it and move on’

With that, he stalked away, striding towards Luca and Grace, ready to tell the

‘Actually, it’s not the end of the matter’

So in the tone of her voice made him pause

‘It’s iet about it and move on”’

A shiver of so that could be interpreted as fear crawled up his spine

Cara watched Pepe’s back tense and all the ether

Only Pepe could get aith a pink linen shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, and snug-fitting navy chinos for his own niece’s christening The shirt wasn’t even tucked in! Yet he still oozed masculinity If she could, she’d rip all the testosterone from him—and therenext to him in the church, she had been acutely aware of how overdressed she looked in comparison, and had fumed at the unfairness of it all—he was the one underdressed for the occasion With his long Ro his strong chin and his ebony hair quiffed at the front, Pepe looked as if he’d stepped off a catwalk

She’d truly thought she’d been prepared In her head she’d had everything planned out She would be calm She would politely ask for five minutes of his time, explain the situation and tell him what she wanted Above all else, she would be calm