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‘Cara, you do know Pepe isn’t atere or anything—’

‘Of course it’s not per it a day at a time until it runs its course’

‘Do you knohat you’re doing?’ Grace had asked with a furrowed brow

‘Of course I do,’ she’d said defiantly ‘I’ to have soe for the sake of the baby which only ends in misery for everyone When our relationship runs its course we’ll still be friends, which will only benefit our child We don’t want hi born into a war zone’

She’d ignored her friend’s worried face, pushed the ie space that was Pepe’s living room

Before leaving for Chile he had taken her to the huge vault storing his infa and placement of my collection in your hands,’ he’d said solemnly

Cara had been incredibly touched

Pepe had left hisher carte blanche to hang and place the her

Deciding where to place it all, overseeing the hanging—he’d insisted on getting professionals in because he didn’t want her having to clinant—had fulfilled her ht possible It had been a project and a half, and one she had embraced with all the Irish enthusiasm that flowed in her blood

Pepe had such an a the Old Masters were es Ramirez, one of which was a nude bronze whose torso she would recognise with her eyes closed using only her hands The face was a blank but she would bet Pepe had been the model for it

The only piece she disliked was the Canaletto It brought back tooas a re what he wanted She’d stuck that particular painting in a suest room, all two million euros of it

‘Cara?’

Pepe’s deep voice rang out from downstairs

Quashing the urge to skip down the stairs to greet his to move in a more sedate fashion