Cinderella's Christmas Secret - Sharon Kendrick Page 0,57

because men could lie, couldn’t they? In fact, men did lie. Her father had rarely spoken a true word in his life, according to her mother.

‘Cristina rang me up. The blonde in the green dress at the party,’ she continued. ‘She knows your stepsister, Beatriz.’ She heard his sudden sharp intake of breath, which she interpreted as guilt.

‘Beatriz,’ he said slowly. ‘Well, well, well. Now it really does get interesting.’

Hollie sucked in a ragged breath. ‘Cristina told me about the will. About how your father left you controlling shares of his business, but only if you have a child born within wedlock. So why didn’t you tell me that, Maximo? If you’d told me the truth in the first place then maybe I could have lived with it. It’s the lies I can’t stand.’

But there was no guilt or resignation on his face. No sense of having been found out. In fact, there was nothing on his sculpted features but a look of growing comprehension.

‘This is all news to me, Hollie,’ he said slowly. ‘If there is such a bequest then it has never been on my radar, because I have been estranged from my family for many years and in all that time I haven’t spoken to my stepsisters—not since they decided that cruelty towards an impressionable young boy was a sport they relished.’ His voice harshened. ‘Do you really think I would conceal something like that from you?’

‘Yes! If you want the truth, yes, I do!’

Maximo flinched as if she had hit him, but through the slow burn of injustice came a powerful rush of feelings. Uncomfortable feelings he had buried for years and if it had been anyone else, he would have slammed his way out of there and taken his outraged pride with him.

But this wasn’t just anyone. This was Hollie. Hollie who knew more about him than anyone else did. He remembered when he’d told her about working on the roads as a teenager and she’d asked him if he had lied about his age, as if it was important. As if it had meant something. Because it did mean something. She was used to men lying to her. Her father, for one. Did she think he was cast out of the same mould and that he would deceive her about something as big as this?

And then he wondered how he dared be such a hypocrite. Why wouldn’t she believe that, when he had done nothing but push her away since she’d arrived in Spain, and maybe even before that? He had been so damned keen to create barriers between them and to ensure she knew never to dare cross them, that he had succeeded in destroying all the ease and the intimacy which had once existed between them. And now she was looking at him warily, with sadness and mistrust written all over her lovely face, and although he knew he deserved all of that—and more—suddenly he couldn’t bear the thought that he might have sabotaged, not just his own future, but that of his family. His family with her.

‘I repeat, I knew nothing about this legacy, and even if I did, do you really think I’d want his damned business? If I had, I might have stayed on in that heartless mansion—enduring the taunts of my stepsisters and the sniggers of the servants who surrounded him. Do you really think that even if I were poor—even if I were poor—I would accept the charity of someone who had never wanted me during his lifetime? Do you, Hollie?’

The fierceness of his tone must have convinced her, for she gave a brief and reluctant shrug. ‘I guess not.’

But the wariness was still there and Maximo knew he had a long way to go. He could feel his jaw hardening—locking so tight he could scarcely grit the next words out, but then he’d had a whole lifetime of suppressing stuff instead of articulating it.

‘I didn’t lie to you about the will,’ he said slowly. ‘But in a way, I was lying to myself.’

Her eyes widened. ‘What...what are you talking about?’

‘I lied about the way you made me feel. I refused to acknowledge that you touched something deep inside me right from the start. And as that feeling grew, it scared me. It made me feel...powerless—and I had vowed that nobody was ever going to make me feel that way again.’ He expelled a long and ragged breath. ‘I thought when I took you to Spain—that if