Instead of her real voice, though, some kind of a miserable moan left her lips.
“Me?” the man asked dizzily.
“I thought… Aren’t you supposed to be in Barcelona?”
Although she had given up studying sports magazines, the news of Nate Cruz’s possible transfer would have reached her.
“I am there. I’ve only come over for a few days. We’re celebrating my father’s birthday. The whole family’s here,” he answered, while trying to pull himself together. “And you? What are you doing here?”
“Also a family dinner,” she breathed faintly.
She looked around, but Ronnie was nowhere to be found. He still stood frozen, studying her so thoroughly, that the sensation sent a hot shiver down her spine. She should have said something, but her brain was blocked, and quite out of the ordinary, she couldn’t th
