Paradise can be hell. Most people would say being stranded in the villa of Spanish shipping magnate Miguel García Arquero on the beautiful isle of Ibiza wasn’t such a bad deal. But Hudson Barber isn’t one of them. To him, being stuck without a passport in a foreign country far from home is a nightmare, made worse by the fact that the person who did the stranding was his flighty twin brother. Unwilling to turn Dalvon in for identity theft, Hudson is forced to wait, but meanwhile he discovers the chance to rehabilitate Miguel’s failing local businesses—enterprises left to Dalvon’s inexperienced care. The flagging ventures are a badly wrapped gift from heaven, and if Hudson can turn them around, he might be able to leverage the experience to finish his MBA. Then Miguel returns to Ibiza, and instead of finding a boy toy, he discovers Hudson has turned his cold villa into a warm, welcoming home. Miguel’s path is clear: convince Hudson to lay down his defenses and let love in.
THE SCREAMING woke me.
Sitting up slowly, painfully, I glanced quickly around the ornate, sumptuously furnished room and found I was still in the master suite of the villa owned by Miguel García Arquero.
“Shit,” I groaned, the headache pounding at my temples not helped at all by the shrieking as I searched for my phone.
It was dusk, so the light was soft in the room. The gentle breeze stirring the sheer white curtains and the smells of lavender and wisteria wafting through the open french doors were soothing.
The crying was not.
Seeing my phone on the floor, I rolled out of bed and nearly fell when my feet touched the marble. I kept my balance, got hold of my iPhone, kept my eyes on the doorway, and made it there, squinting all the way. I really needed my sunglasses.
Since it was rude to walk around barefoot in the house—I knew a little about Spanish culture—I slipped on the bunny slippers my brother had jokingly bought for me and went to find out what the commotion was about.
Hurling open the double doors, I walked to the balcony and gazed down, one eye open, one eye closed, and took in the scene below.
My brother’s fiancé, sugar daddy, dream come true—seriously, I’d lost track of the different words Dalvon had used over the past six months—Prince Charming was another, the perfection-in-the-flesh’s mother was being walked out of the villa, escorted by two big men I’d never seen before. They were followed closely by another man and a woman—they had to be Inés’s other children, from the resemblance—and Pablo, the villa’s overseer.
“The fuck,” I growled down at everyone.
They all froze and looked up at me, and I could only imagine what I…