Under the Spaniard's Lock and Key Read Free

the cases of vintage wine?’
    Rafael’s arm moved in a dismissive gesture. ‘Wine is a good investment and I managed to locate some rare vintages.’
    ‘I’ll say, and I’m grateful on the boys’ behalf but that’s not the point, Rafael.’
    ‘The point is I wish to do this for my godsons. They are, after all, my heirs.’
    Alfonso laughed. ‘I won’t raise their hopes. You’re thirty-two, Rafael—I think you might manage an heir or two of your own,’ he observed drily.
    ‘I have no interest in marriage.’ Why perpetuate a flawed formula?
    He was surrounded by failed marriages, unhappy marriages and expensive divorces. If marriage were a horse it would have been put down years ago on compassionate grounds, but it was a product of wishful thinking and people, it seemed, needed dreams.
    Rafael was content with reality.
    He rarely had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of months, which was as a rule about the time when he started hearing ‘we’ a lot. It was also generally around this time hebegan to find the qualities that had first attracted him to a woman irritating.
    He was not waiting to find his soulmate.
    ‘I will leave the domestic bliss to you and Angelina. I do not buy a restaurant if I want a meal and I do not intend to take a wife in order to have sex.’
    Alfonso winced and said, ‘Nice analogy.’
    ‘I do not have a reputation for niceness,’ Rafael reminded him. He did, however, have a reputation for being utterly ruthless and single-minded when he pursued a goal. It was debated whether it was this ruthlessness, his sharp analytical mind or a combination of the two that accounted for his success.
    Rafael, not given to introspection, had never attempted to analyse the formula; he did what he did because he liked the challenge—when he stopped enjoying it he would walk away.
    * * *
    An hour later all was still going smoothly—so far, at least. In the days when he’d had to attend every last family event, Rafael had seen far too many that had gone sour to rule out the possibility totally.
    It might at least liven the proceedings, he mused, and almost immediately felt ashamed of the selfish sentiment. This day meant a great deal to the proud parents so for their sake he hoped the day stayed boring.
    With luck he would not be obliged to see his family until next Christmas.
    He put down the drink he had been nursing since he arrived, glanced at his watch and wondered when he could leave without causing offence.
    ‘Have I thanked you for all this?’
    He turned at the sound of the voice behind him, the hard light of cynicism that made several of his relatives uncomfortable absent from his eyes as he smiled at Angelina.
    It was hard not to smile, not just because his cousin’s wife was a beautiful woman—it was more than that. Angelina was the most genuine person he had ever met, she had a warmth that made people around her feel good.
    A tall woman, and one blessed with symmetrical features set in a perfectly oval face, a slim, elegant figure and an aura of serenity, his cousin’s wife was probably many men’s idea of a perfect woman.
    Rafael had wondered more than once why he wasn’t attracted to her in a sexual way, but he never had been.
    ‘Alfonso has already thanked me.’
    She watched the uncomfortable look cross his face and gave him a hug. ‘Why do you hate people to know you can be nice?’ she wondered.
    ‘I am not nice. I always have an ulterior motive—ask anyone.’
    ‘Yes, you’re totally selfish. I can see how much you’re enjoying yourself.’ She angled a quizzical look at his dark face. ‘Wondering when to make your escape?’
    There was an answering smile in Rafael’s eyes as he asked, ‘Should I mention you have baby vomit on your shoulder?’
    Angelina carried on smiling, displaying a perfect set of white teeth as the dimple in her chin deepened. ‘No, Rafael, you should not.’
    * * *
    The first time he had seen Angelina and Alfonso together it had