THE rest of the flight was a lesson in how to avoid giving off the wrong kind of signals. They dropped down into Heathrow airport in the early morning local time, then had to hurry through transit to catch their connection to Malaga. That flight was full and noisy with excited children off on holiday to Spain. It was early afternoon by the time they cleared the formalities there.
Ahead of them lay a two-hour drive south to San Estéban, but one glance at Rachel put the cap on that plan. Travel fatigue was casting a greyish pallor over her beautiful skin and she looked fit only to drop down and sleep where they stood.
Elliot had used a hand to guide her into a convenient seat in the airport arrival lounge. ‘Sit,’ he quietly commanded.
Subsiding without a single murmur, she watched him par
