Libby and Santos remained in the living room. They were seated on opposite ends of the couch and too tired to move any closer.
“Do you suppose Patricia was right about Cirilda not getting enough attention?” she asked.
“No, Cirilda got too much attention from Carmen. Alfonso won’t speak to me now, but I don’t care. Maybe he’ll remember why he and Cirilda divorced and run for his life before they marry a second time.”
“Perhaps.” She glanced around the well-appointed room. “This has been an extraordinary week.”
“Will you expect me to outdo it next week?”
“No, but we’ll find a way to amuse ourselves.” She pulled the pins from her hair and shook out the curls. “I’d like to try the elevator at least once.”
Santos moaned. “Tomorrow’s Sunday, and I’ve given the staff the day off. Once everyone leaves for the airport, we’ll have the house to ourselves.”
“Can you wait an extra hour? I want to ride to the airport with my family.”
“I’ll have to,” he answered. “I should ride along with the twins and Fox, but they’re leaving earlier.”
“Not too early, I hope. It’s difficult to get teenagers out of bed.”
“Not half as difficult as getting you into one.”
Libby laughed, got up and pulled him to his feet. “With that sexy smile, you’re sure to sell gallons of cologne.”
“I hope so. I’ll earn a percentage on every bottle. Come here.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and nuzzled her throat, then licked the hollow behind her ear.
She slid her arms around his waist and pressed close. He was so alive and so appealing she didn’t want to let go. She cuddled against him. “Do you think it’s safe to drive the Hispano-Suiza tomorrow? You might be followed again.”
“I don’t think so, but we’ll take the Mercedes to the airport and to the bullring tomorrow afternoon.”
“We’re going to the bullfights?” Astonished, she drew back to study his expression. He didn’t look worried, but the prospect terrified her.
“We’ll be sitting in the stands.” He slid his fingers through her hair to pull her back. “The protesters need someone to die in the bullring, not the crowd. I’ll be of no use to them as a target tomorrow.”
“I don’t know. That’s a logical theory, but it scares me anyway.”
He spread teasing kisses along her jaw. “If you’re afraid of nightmares, come sleep with me tonight.”
Everything about the man felt right. She reached up to touch his thick glossy hair, and he caught her hand and placed a kiss in her palm. “Tempting, but not yet. Good night.” She let him ride up in the elevator alone. She’d had enough hurried quickies to last her a lifetime, and from him, she wanted so much more.
When Santos heard the knock at his door, he hoped Libby had changed her mind, but it was Fox. “What do you need?” he asked.
Fox came in, closed the door and leaned back against it. Still in his blazer and gray slacks, he looked sharp and still wide awake. “You know how to get any woman you want. What’s the secret?”
“You’re doing all right with Patricia.”
He gave a reluctant nod. “Maybe, but she’ll be gone tomorrow.”
Santos bit the inside of his lower lip to keep from laughing. He wanted to be a responsible adult, but this was a challenge. “I’ll give you the advice Miguel gave me: Don’t give a damn. Women will ignore a dozen men who are eager to impress them to reach a man who’s looking the other way.”
“Is that how you got Ana Santillan?”
Santos put his bookmark in his book and set it on the nightstand. “I got Ana because my father was too sick to keep her, and she liked the Aragon name.”
Fox’s voice softened. “I liked her.”
“I did too, up to a point.”
Fox remained silent for a long moment. “So I should act like I don’t care until I get the woman I want, and even then I shouldn’t care too much? Is that it?”