and the hotels.â
âYouâre very loyal, David.â
âHow do you mean? To whom am I loyal?â
âThe opportunist who cashed in on my fatherâs dream. I bet these poor people are still being exploited. Providing cheap labor.â
âTheyâre paid the going rate.â
âWhich I imagine would be unacceptable to any union back home,â she said drily.
âThis isnât England,â he said, shrugging his shoulders and looking grim. âWeâre staying at the Hotel León, by the way. Thatâs where Iâm based.â
âThat sounds as though it should be situated on the lionâs head,â she said.
âQuite right, it is. I hope you donât hate it too much.â Despite his solicitous words, his tone had gone indifferent again, as if it was just too bad if she did. In a kinder key he added, âIâll try to get things wound up quickly and then weâll go somewhere I think you will like.â
On being escorted into the hotel, the surprised reaction that had flashed across the porterâs face at the airport on being informed that she was Davidâs wife was repeated several times over. It gave room for conjecture. It seemed that a straight eyebrow was maintained at the sight of a woman by his side, as if that was a familiar sight. The statement that she was his wife was the signal for a gasp of astonishment. Once again, she wondered what his angle had been, why he had taken a wife when he so obviously hadnât lacked for female company.
âAre you hungry?â he inquired.
âYes, but I think Iâm too exhausted to eat.â
âToo exhausted to combat all the inquisitive eyes in the dining room, perhaps?â he asked intuitively.
âYes, I do believe thatâs what I mean.â
âWould you like to go straight up ââ He smiled. âI was going to say to my suite, but itâs our suite now. Yes? Iâll collect the key and put you in the elevator, and Iâll join you when Iâve seen if thereâs any mail and ordered a meal to be sent up.â
âThat sounds absolutely marvelous,â she said, thankful he was not going to make her remain by his side, the object of so much astonishment and cool amusement.
She couldnât help teasing him about the way everyone was reacting to her presence. âShould you have sent prior warning that you were bringing a wife back with you? Have you put the cat among the pigeons?â
âCat?â he mocked. âYouâre only a tiny defenseless kitten.â
âMeow,â she said, pulling a face at him.
He put her into the elevator and instructed the diminutive elevator boy, whose name she gathered was Ignacio, to escort her to their suite.
The lift whisked whisper-quiet to the top floor. She wondered what such a very large and pretentious hotel was doing on the premier site of her fatherâs island. It should have been a much smaller establishment, sedate and dignified, to fit in with Chimeraâs unspoiled appeal.
Ignacio proudly conducted her to her door. â Buenas noches, señora. â
â Buenas noches, Ignacio. Gracias. â She knew very little Spanish, which was the language of the island, but saying goodnight and thank you was within her scope.
â De nada â itâs nothing,â he said, grinning as he went back to his post.
She inserted the key that David had given her into the lock, twisted it, and walked into a luxurious sitting room. David hadnât told her what he did at the hotel, but from the looks of this suite, she could tell that he was someone very important. Then her thoughts were broken as she noticed that the light was on. Odd. Probably the maid had been in recently and forgot to turn it off when she left. There was a desk in one corner, where David obviously worked, but it was primarily a room for relaxation with its deep, comfortable-looking armchairs,