The Spaniard's Wedding Revenge

‘What else am I to call you?’ His eyes gleamed. ‘Especially since you won’t give me your name.’

Leonie pressed her lips together. He might have strong-armed her into staying in his house, but her name was the one thing he wouldn’t be able to force out of her. That was hers to give.

Again, he didn’t seem offended. He only smiled. ‘Then gatita it will have to be.’

And before she could say another word he walked out, closing the door carefully behind him.