When they got home, Bianca went straight to her room, pleading a headache. Finn St Just watched go thoughtfully. He could not take his eyes off her figure, the sway of her hips, her round a*se moving in that seductive way, although she was supremely unaware of it.

Tapping his phone, he came to a decision.

Bianca Cruz was miserable and he knew of one way to make her feel better. She seemed to have had some kind of a disagreement with his brother.

The calm, unflappable St Just knew that his brother could be volatile at times; and he had a harsh tongue.

Could he have said something to...