‘I asked her for directions and wrote left and right on my hands. It
washed off in the pool, otherwise, I wouldn’t have got lost today.’
He let out a long breath. ‘You’re telling me that you can’t read figures
and yet you’re running your own business?’
‘It shouldn’t matter. Plenty of dyslexics are extremely successful in
business. My father is responsible for everything to do with the numbers.
I can do everything else as long as I don’t have to look at the figures.
Figures confuse me.’ Her tone was stiff and suddenly it all fell into place.
Not naïvety, not stupidity—dyslexia.
His expression suddenly grim, he reached down and closed an hand
around her slender wrist. ‘Come on.’ ‘Where are we going?’
‘Back to the lodge, where I can ask you the questions that need to be
asked. And
