I’m sorry I fell in love with you and didn’t want to leave.

It was all her fault. And now all her hopeful fantasies of living here in Paradiso had come to smoldering ruin.

She’d accused his sister of arson. Yes, Isabela was an opera diva to the core, but an arsonist and potential murderer?

Anna blew out a hard breath. She needed to apologize to Isabela.

She straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin and marched to the living room door.

Her hand shook as she reached for the ornate brass knob and turned it. The voices hushed as she pulled open the heavy door. Everyone turned to stare.

Isabela lay on the sofa, her head resting on Pilar’s lap while Pilar braided her long hair.

An older man she recognized as a lawyer from the will reading sat in a wingback chair while Tom refilled his glass with iced tea from a large jug.

No sign of Naldo.

As soon as Isabela saw her she sat up, tugging her braid from Pilar’s fingers. “You? What are you still doing here? You gold-digging whore, get out!”

Anna’s apology evaporated into a mist of indignation. “I’m not a gold digger. I’ve never wanted anything but what’s rightfully mine.”

“Dennis, how much exactly did you say the contract gave her?”

The lawyer placed his hand on a sheaf of papers in his lap. “Four million dollars.”

“Four million dollars.” Isabela’s eyes narrowed. In pants and a plain shirt, and without her usual glossy makeup, she looked younger and more ordinary, and somehow far more dangerous. “My brother offered you four million dollars, but that wasn’t enough for you, was it?”

“I was planning to accept the money.”

“Oh? You were planning to take it? And there was my poor brother thinking you were too noble or some such rubbish. I knew better all along. Give me the contract, Dennis.”

She leaned forward and snatched it from his hand. “Four million dollars.” She looked up at Anna. “For the jewels, which are now destroyed.”

Anna bit the inside of her mouth. Isabela traced a line in the contract with a nail. “For the cottage, which is a heap of charred rubble.” Her icy stare made Anna’s shoulders tighten. “For some cookbook that is now a pile of cinders, and for the land.”

Isabela rose to her feet, which were uncharacteristically bare. She walked around the coffee table and pointed an accusatory finger at Anna. “That’s my brother’s land, and you know it. Do you still mean to try to extort money from him after all the destruction you’ve caused? Five acres of orange groves burned. Do you know how much that hurts Naldo? He loves those trees, like, like-”

“Like family.” Anna heard her own voice as if it was someone else’s. The room and everyone in it felt strangely disconnected from her, as if she’d already left it. “May I have the contract?”

“You can’t sign it now.” Isabela’s eyes narrowed. “You have nothing to bargain with.”

“Here’s another copy.” Dennis fished one out of a leather case on the floor beside his chair. “I’m sure Mr. De Leon would like to resolve the matter of the land if you could see your way to-”

“Do you have a pen?” Anna interrupted him, her voice shaking.

“Of course.” He produced a tortoiseshell ballpoint pen from an inner pocket of his suit jacket.

She flipped through the contract to the page where the amount of money was printed. $4,000,000. It didn’t look real, even as she crossed out the full amount with the ballpoint pen and wrote in the number one. “The land is his,” she croaked.

She cleared her throat. “Does anyone have a dollar to pay me for it? I want it to be legal and I know the exchange of money is an important part of-”

“Here.” Dennis whipped a dollar out of a billfold inside his jacket.

Anna took the single dollar bill and signed her name on the final page. “It’s done.” She handed it to the lawyer.

Isabela’s mouth sat in a grim line, but satisfaction shone in her eyes.

“Where’s Naldo?” It took the rest of Anna’s courage to ask the question.

“He’s at the courthouse.” Isabela spoke calmly. “Trying to persuade them to drop the charges against me. I’m accused of assaulting an officer and resisting arrest.” She stared at Anna for a withering second. “Of course we both know why I resisted arrest, don’t we? Because I was being falsely accused of a crime I did not commit.” She crossed her arms over her ample chest. “Please, don’t wait for Naldo. He does not wish to see you.”

Anna blinked. Her usual fire seemed to have flickered out and there was nothing left but smoke and ash. Like the smoke and ash that remained of her mother’s precious things and all her hopes and dreams.

Isabela strode past her and pulled open the door to the room. She held it, and gestured for Anna to leave.

She left.

No one was in the foyer as she made her exit, clutching one worn dollar bill. A burned smell hung in the air as she made her way down the front steps.

You came here with nothing, and you’re leaving with nothing.

And that’s okay.

She was uninjured, which was a huge blessing under the circumstances. She was young and strong and smart and hard-working.

She owed the local motel two hundred and thirty dollars.

The motel owners seemed like a nice couple. Perhaps they’d let her work off her bill? It was worth a try.

Pay off her bill and get out of town. She’d always been a planner, but right now that was as far as her grand schemes extended.

She set out through the groves in the direction of the motel, which sat outside Round Lake on an empty stretch of highway. She knew the land like she knew her own body, and the cross-country route would be quicker. She could avoid the sight of the burned cottage she didn’t want to lay eyes on, and this route had the advantage of keeping her off the long driveway so she wouldn’t run into Naldo on his way back from the courthouse.

At the thought of him, her stomach clenched and her throat tightened. She didn’t want to see the disgusted look he’d have on his face when he thought of her.

He’d offered her so much. And she’d turned her nose up at it and caused irreparable damage to the estate and to his sister’s reputation. Would he ever forgive her for all the harm she’d caused?

How could he? The family jewels he’d wanted so badly were gone forever. The cookbook his father had lovingly illustrated was destroyed, along with all traces of her mother and the love they’d quietly shared for so many years.

A breeze rustled the shiny leaves around her as she marched through the sandy soil down a long, fragrant row of orange-laden trees. The sun shone bright overhead in a sharp blue sky, already burning her uncovered skin.

Paradiso was not to be her home.

For the first time in her life she felt truly alone. She’d wanted it all and held out for everything.

She cringed as she thought how after the latest altercation over the cookbook Naldo must think she’d wanted a stake in the estate. What she’d really wanted was a stake in his heart.

Her uncompromising attitude and stiff-necked pride had left her with nothing, and no one. Her mother may not have been called Mrs. De Leon, but at least she had love and affection and a place to call home.

Her journey took her into a grove of early-bearing trees in full fragrant flower, then into a grove where oranges hung heavy on the branches, ready to be plucked and eaten.

She’d had no breakfast and her stomach growled with increasing ferocity as her legs ached from her long walk. The lush, round oranges called to her, with their delicious rich scent and deep color. But she’d rather starve than take yet one more thing from Naldo. She didn’t deserve it.

It was past noon, the harsh sun burning overhead like a movie spotlight, by the time she approached the county road. She could just make out the rumble of a big transport truck, maybe taking oranges for processing. The soles of her feet pricked and tickled inside her hot sneakers as her footsteps slowed. Once she left the estate, this was it.

Goodbye.

Her footsteps slowed in the heat and the dry dust in the air. The sand beneath her feet seemed heavy, pulling her back. The sun hurt her head and an agonizing sense of loss hurt her heart.

Her pulse started to pound in her head with irregular beats that made her press her fingers to her temples. Her own heart sounded almost like the muffled thuds of a horse’s hooves.

Then again, it sounded like a real horse’s hooves. Was there a horse nearby? The ghost of a De Leon ancestor so enraged by her presence on his sacred turf that he’d come to scare her off?

A breathy snort in the next row of trees told her a real beast was very close. She stopped walking and stood still, terror streaking along her nerves.

It couldn’t really be a ghost. The foreman come to investigate a report of trespassing?

The hoofbeats moved farther away, and she pressed her hand to her pounding heart. Almost at the road. The roar of a tanker passing at high speed didn’t sound any less appealing than the mysterious horseman, but at least it was familiar.

Suddenly a huge black horse crashed through the trees right in front of her. At the sight of her it whinnied and reared high in the air, hooves flailing. She shrieked and the rider turned the horse hard in a circle and brought it to a panting halt.

Naldo.

He jumped down, holding the reins.

Her blood pounded in her brain as she stood there wordless, rooted in the sandy soil. Naldo’s face wore a stony expression. His hair wet with perspiration and tossed by the wind, his white dress shirt flung open at the collar, he looked wild-and dangerous.

“Where are you going?” His deep voice thundered with accusation.

She straightened her shoulders. “I’m leaving. You won’t see me again.” She swallowed. “I apologize for all the harm I caused. It wasn’t intended.”

Naldo stared at her for one intense second then blew out an exasperated blast of air. “You think you can just leave?”

She blinked rapidly. “I deeded you the land. I know the land is all that’s left now. I’m sorry.” Her legs felt weak. How could she think that one lousy acre of land would make up for the loss of the gems, the cottage, the orchards…

“The land?” His mouth curved into a snarl of disgust. “You really are crazy.”

The horse jerked at the reins and Naldo soothed it with a word, then turned back to her, eyes blazing. “You think it’s all just about the money?”

The force of his stare made her shiver. “I know you must think I’ve behaved badly.”

“Yes.” He nodded. A strange spark appeared in his eyes. “You’re damn right. For someone so smart, you act very dumb sometimes.”

Anger tightened her muscles as her heart started to break right in two. Naldo hated her. “Don’t insult me. I know I owe you. I’ll pay you back. I made a mistake. Anyone can make a mistake.”

“A mistake? Only one? Let’s see…refusing to maintain your van, refusing to mow the grass, insisting on keeping the gems, refusing to take the very large amount of money I offered you, accusing my sister of arson-”

“Are you going to sue me?” She held her chin high, proud of the way she kept her voice steady.

“I probably should.” He petted the neck of his restless horse again. His eyes glinted with a strange look she’d never seen before. “But I wouldn’t dare.” He let out a chuckle. “You’re far too dangerous as an opponent. Lord knows, next time I go up against you I might lose my shirt.”

He looked like he was in danger of losing his shirt anyway, with the buttons undone in front to reveal a broad strip of tan muscle. A stray rush of heat made her cringe.

“You love this place, don’t you?” Naldo’s question, spoken softly, took her by surprise.

“Yes,” she whispered, without thinking.

“That’s why you couldn’t leave. Why you wouldn’t take the money.” His eyes narrowed as his head tilted very slightly.

Tears rose in her throat, and she gulped them away. She nodded, afraid to speak and have her words come out pathetically teary.

“You truly are crazy, Anna.” He shook his head. His majestic brow furrowed. “I offered you four million dollars. Do you have any idea what most people would do for four million dollars?”

She shook her head, still afraid to speak.

“And you wouldn’t take it. It just wasn’t quite enough for you.” He looked at her steadily, black eyes boring into her.

“I know you think I’m greedy,” she protested, as the silence threatened to steal her last breath.

“I know you’re greedy,” he responded. He took a step forward. “So am I. We’re alike, you and I.” He stared at her with force. “We both want it all and can’t settle for anything less. It’s not in us.”