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her to yet another peak of pleasure, this time more
    gentle than the first, but equally potent.   Her sigh of delight escaped
    at the same moment as his own deep groan of fulfilment.
     
    Afterwards, as they lay drowsily together on the settee, she wondered
    idly why he'd had such trouble controlling himself the first time they
    made love.   Surely he hadn't been worried about being discovered?   He
    had been the one to instigate the action, after all.   It was hard to
    equate that performance with the one which had left her so sated
    today.
     
    Perhaps he was just nervous, she thought.   And then another unbidden
    thought came into her mind:
     
    why?   She shifted her position and felt his warm body move comfortably
    with hers.   Stop asking questions, she admonished herself sleepily.
     
    You're not working now.
     
    But she couldn't stop the doubts nagging at her mind.
     
    Chapter Two.
     
    Lacey soon settled into a pleasant and undemanding routine.   After only
    two weeks she was seriously bored.   She was working in conditions that
    would have turned her friends back at the Midland General green with
    envy and yet she felt a growing sense of frustration.
     
    She knew there were plenty of people in Techtatuan who could have
    benefited from her medical knowledge, people who could not afford to
    come to La Primavera.   These were the people she should be mixing with
    and talking to.   If Major Fairhaven wanted an accurate 'weather report'
    she ought to find out more about Lohaquin, and she certainly wasn't
    going to discover anything worthwhile from her rich and idle so-called
    patients.   Why had the major sent her to this particular hospital?   She
    would learn nothing of value here.
     
    Her sense of frustration made her irritable, and although she was too
    professional to allow it to affect her work, she found it increasingly
    difficult to be sociable with people like Senor Valiente and his ever
    present 'secretary', or Senora Atriega.   When she was accosted during
    her morning rounds by a young man in the corridor, asking her where he
    could find the Senora, she could barely contain her annoyance.   Another
    nephew, she thought, irritably.
     
    He was attractive, she had to admit.   With his large, brown eyes, dark,
    brown hair that seemed to glint with a hint of gold, and a beautiful
    smile, he was almost too perfect.   She liked a little irregularity in a
    man's features, something that added individuality to his face.   This
    boy looked as if he had employed a plastic surgeon to turn him into a
    text-book gigolo.   He was smaller than average height, but his body was
    perfectly proportioned, and he moved with the grace of a dancer.   I bet
    he's practised every gesture in front of a mirror, Jacey thought
    crossly.   Posing and preening, and calculating the effect it would have
    on any woman who cared to watch him.   Well, it won't have any effect on
    me.
     
    She treated him to her most frosty smile.
     
    "Senora Atriega is in Room Fourteen," she said.
     
    "I really think you should check details like that before you
    arrive."
     
    He looked slightly surprised.
     
    "But I only flew in from London this morning.   I came straight here to
    see dear Julia, and give her all the gossip.   She's not in terrible
    pain, is she?"
     
    "Hardly," Jacey said coolly.
     
    "Terribly bored, most likely."
     
    "I'll cheer her up."   He smiled disarmingly.
     
    "Isn't that what friends are for?"
     
    Jacey was getting irritated by his pretensions.   Just flown in from
    London?   Did he really expect her to believe such a stupid story?
     
    "Well, "friend" is a new name for it," she observed acidly.
     
    "But it's probably more honest than calling yourself the Senora's
    nephew."
     
    He looked momentarily puzzled and then his smile broadened.
     
    "That's what they all say, isn't it?
     
    Nephew, or cousin, maybe?   But I'm not like the others."
     
    "You look just like them to me she