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business, is it? Oh, come on,’ he derided when she frowned. ‘You barely make enough profit to cover your overheads. Your business acumen leaves a lot to be desired, Miss Beresford,’ Javier told her flatly.
    â€˜It’s true that my profits haven’t been as good as I hoped, but it takes time to build up a good reputation in the world of antiques,’ Grace muttered, her cheeks flaming at his scathing comments about her fledgling business. Before opening her shop, she had loved her work as a junior cataloguer with a famous auction house, but her life in London had come to a crashing halt when she’d ended her engagement to Richard Quentin. Heartbroken at Richard’s betrayal, she had fled back to Brighton, and with her father’s support had opened The Treasure Trove. But in her first year of trading, business had been slow. After paying her bills, she’d had little money left over for extras, and it was true that she had allowed her father to treat her sometimes.
    Angus had loved to spoil her and take care of her, just as he had taken care of her mother, she acknowledged painfully. She’d enjoyed an extremely comfortable lifestyle, but the realisation that her father had paid for those treats with money he’d stolen from the bank was unbearable. Sick with shame and mortification, she lifted her eyes to Javier, who was watching her expressionlessly, his golden eyes hooded so that she had no clue to his thoughts.
    â€˜I should share the blame for this whole terrible mess,’ she said huskily. ‘I have to face the fact that my father stole from your bank, not just to pay for my mother’s medical expenses, but because he wanted to continue giving me the lifestyle I’d been used to. You don’t know how terrible that makes me feel.’
    â€˜Annoyed that your lifestyle is going to have to change, I imagine,’ Javier drawled derisively. ‘Losing your main source of income must be extremely inconvenient, but I’m afraid that my bank—with the help of your light-fingered father—is no longer prepared to supplement your spending sprees.’
    â€˜Are you suggesting that I knew what he was doing?’ Outrage lent a sharp edge to her voice.
    â€˜Do you expect me to believe that you didn’t? I’m not stupid, Miss Beresford. It’s quite clear that you have your father wrapped around your little finger,’ Javier told her, his mouth thinning to a cruel line as he subjected her to a cold stare. ‘All your life you’ve sat back and allowed him to indulge you, and, now that your pampered little world is falling apart, you’re panicking.
    â€˜What did you hope to achieve by coming here?’ he demanded savagely. ‘Did you really think you could persuade me to turn a blind eye to embezzlement on such a huge scale? Your tears may work with your father, but they do nothing for me,’ he added harshly. His eyes strayed to the clock on the wall. ‘Your two minutes are up.’
    â€˜I came to offer to repay the money my father took from you.’ Grace stalled him frantically. ‘I’ve already agreed to a sale price on Littlecote and my shop, and together with the shares left to me by my mother I can raise two million pounds.’
    â€˜And what of the other million?’ Javier queried coolly.
    â€˜I speak fluent Spanish. I thought, perhaps, I could work for the bank until the debt is cleared—unpaid, of course,’ Grace added hastily at his look of derision.
    â€˜ Dios! You think I would allow you anywhere near my bank? One Beresford with their fingers in the till is enough. And how would you live without an income? A million pounds would take years to repay, even discounting the interest accrued. The idea is ridiculous,’ Javier stated harshly. ‘You have nothing to offer that I find of remote interest.’ His eyes skimmed over her in scathing dismissal.
    Despite everything,