WARWICK WAS WATCHING Fabiana carefully so he noticed the slight narrowing of her beautiful, brown eyes when she looked at her brother, and the tightening of her lips that told him she was worried about something.
He suddenly comprehended that, without even realizing it, he’d become accustomed to studying her. And he’d gotten pretty good at reading her moods. Right at that moment he was reading tension big time, and something else which he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Alvaro led them into the house, which was dark and cool and smelled like peppers and onions. Warwicke’s stomach growled, reminding him that they hadn’t eaten for hours. Fabiana threw him a look and he grinned, shrugging.
She smiled back and his world opened wide. He’d only seen her smile about twice in the eighteen mon
