Chapter Eight
THE NEXT THREE WEEKS passed like a dream for Sarah. Each day she spent with a little girl she loved. A little girl who was learning Spanish at a rate of knots, which was funny and smart. Who needed cuddles more than any other child Sarah had looked after.
To say she was in love with Amalia would be an understatement.
She saw Enrique at 6 pm with Amalia, where he always treated her with the due respect of his niece’s nanny.
Calling her Miss Louis almost always made her giggle, but she held it back.
After 8 pm she was Sarah, his lover. He treated her with all the respect and love that she could ask for. Some nights they sat in the dining room talking for hours, others she had barely eaten her dessert, and he was whisking her upstairs for a passionate lovemaking session
