CHAPTER EIGHT
Enrique watched Madeleine make her way to the other side of the ballroom. Fighting the urge to follow her, he forced his feet to remain in place. It wasn’t easy.
He didn’t know why he felt compelled to go with her because he wanted the two women to become friends. She would need someone besides him when she arrived on the island. Who better than Jules?
“She’s beautiful,” Alejandro said over the music that played again.
As Madeleine disappeared into the crowd, Enrique turned toward his brother. “Jules is.”
Alejandro snickered. “I meant your fiancée.”
Oh. Enrique had been trying to ignore her appearance. For both their sakes. Seeing her dressed up tonight, however, had made that impossible to do. He wanted to keep dancing with her so he could hold her without it being…wei
