CHRISSALLY WENTWORTHHARLEQUIN PRESENTS 1832Biting her lip, Tiffany determined to be positive. Taking deep breath, she walked down the terrace steps to join the party.A waiter came around the side of the house carrying a tray of filled glasses. Seeing Tiffany without drink, he paused so thatshe could take a glass. As she did so another hand, male, reached out from behind her to take one. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw atall, broad shouldered man in a light-colored suit. She went to walk on, but he said, "Hi, there. You look as if you might speak English."His accent immediately identified him as North American, from the States probably.Tiffany hesitated a moment, then nodded. "Do you have some kind of problem?""Only that I don't speak Portuguese and I hardly know anyone here. I saw you standing over there, watching everyone, andfigured you might be in the same boat." He held out his free hand and gave her an engaging grin. "The name's Sam Gallagher."Again Tiffany hesitated; she didn't want to get stuck with the American, but on the other hand it might be useful to have aman in tow for a while. So she smiled in return and shook his hand. I'm Tiffany Dean."He gave her an appreciative glance, his eyes running over her slim, petite figure in silk suit it had cost her last penny to hire,and coming back to her face. Amusement came into his eyes as he saw that she raised a cool eyebrow, but he merely looked t his glasssuspiciously and said, "What is this stuff?""Don't you know? It's white port. The "in" aperitif all over Europe. I wouldn't know about the States. Is that where you'refrom?""How'd you guess? Yeah, I'm from Wyoming.""Do they drink a lot of the port there? Are you a vintner?""A wine-seller? Hell, no.""I thought everyone at this party was connected with the wine trade in some way," Tiffany remarked. But she was makingsmall talk, her eyes going past Sam, searching the crowd for Calum Brodey. She saw him momentarily, crossing the lawn to speak to ared-haired woman who seemed to be connected with the caterers. After the woman had nodded and hurried away, he turned back tomingle again. Tiffany began to move in his direction.Sam, following her, said, "No, I have a friend who works over here with a shipping company. He couldn't make it today so hegave me the invite. It's quite some party. Much bigger than I expected. Do you know these Brodeys?"She gave a casual shrug. "Everyone does. They're one of the leading families in Oporto. That's the head of the family, over there." She gestured towards old Mr. Brodey. "He's talking to one of his grandsons, Lennox Brodey, and his wife the brunette, pregnantwoman," she pointed.Looking at the couple, Tiffany felt a surge of wistful jealousy. They looked so happy together, were obviously deeply in love,the woman radiant in her pregnancy, the man opening solicitous for her welfare. Two of the lucky ones, not forever being knocked down by malignant fate until one was too punch-drink to dare to hope any more.She nodded to where Francesca de Vieira stood among a small crowd of attentive men. "That's his granddaughter, in theflame-colored outfit."Sam followed her glance and she heard his sharp intake of breath. But that, she thought with some chagrin, was the kind of effect the other girl would always have on men. Drawing herself up, Tiffany fervently wished she was a foot taller, but then laughedrather scornfully at herself; no way was she ever going to grow so she had just better make the most of what she'd got. And her bestassets, she knew, were her thick bell of blonde hair and a pair of large, long-lashed blue eyes set above a cute turned-up nose and a widemouth. Not a beautiful face, but one that made people look twice, especially when she smiled or laughed, her whole face lighting up. Her figure, though unfashionably short in her own eyes, was also good enough to merit a second glance."Do you live here in Portugal?" Sam asked her as they walked on again."Temporarily," Tiffany replied, in a tone that didn't encourage him to go on. "I know hardly anyone here so I'm afraid I can'tintroduce you."It was meant to put him off, to stop him asking more questions, to encourage him to go and find someone else, but Sam said,"No more do I, so I guess we may as well stick with each other."They were in the center of the throng of guests now, and Tiffany would have rather been on her own. If Sam had known people, could have introduced her around, it would have been different, but she certainly didn't want him at her side the whole afternoon.Finishing her drink, she handed him the glass and said with a smile, "It's so hot; do you think you could find me another one of these?But with plenty of ice, please," she added so that it would take him longer."Sure thing. Don't go away; I'll be right back."