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ENRIQUE RUNG BACK TWICE that night, but Sarah had refused to speak to him. There was only one answer for why Valentina had been in his room, and Sarah knew only too well. She didn’t want to hear his excuses. And you broke it off with him. You have no claim over him. “Argh.” Sarah rubbed her stomach reassuringly and tried to talk herself into being calm. It was true. She had no reason to be mad. But every cell in her body vibrated with anger and betrayal. How could he? And so soon after they’d been together? She heard someone cough behind her and turned around. “I really don’t think you should leave so soon, Sarah.” It was Riccardo, his thick accent cutting through the cloud of despair surrounding Sarah. “Oh, but I have to,” Sarah wailed. “No, you don’t. Stay until Enrique has