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his brother’s type at all.
    Javier cleared his throat, struggling again with suspicions
he didn’t want to acknowledge. But what harm could it do to play along? That
girl couldn’t hurt him, and more than anything he wanted to repay Fernando for
all the years he’d looked out for his kid brother. It wouldn’t hurt to earn
recognition as an adult in the process. Maybe if he could gain Fernando’s trust
he’d be rewarded with true explanations instead of obvious fabrications like
this one.
    Javier glanced down at his clothes. He should really be
dressed as Fernando but hadn’t had the patience to wear suits when he didn’t
have to. He frowned at the image on the screen. He’d locked all the doors and
the ground-floor windows were sealed and made of shatter-resistant materials.
He had a minute before he had to decide his next step with the girl.
    He went to the closet, stripping off his T-shirt on the way
and stepping out of his jeans. Fernando’s clothes hung a little loose on
him—their bodies were close, but the tailored touches Fernando had added
emphasized his thicker physique. Javier was slightly taller and slightly
leaner. He found a pair of dark-gray pants that fell far enough down on the leg
and looked okay in the mirror. Javier turned to the dress shirts and found
himself confronted with a dizzying array of fits and colors. How did his
brother deal with all this complication every morning? And why did he care so
much?
    Javier shook his head at himself and reached for the nearest
one, only to freeze at the sound of Fernando’s upstairs bedroom window
sliding open. Had the woman really climbed up here in a matter of minutes? She
hadn’t been carrying any gear.
    He shrugged on the shirt and stepped out of the closet,
still buttoning it. She stood just inside the window, her stance wary and her
eyes on the computer screen. Handcuffs and restraints swung from the belt loops
of army-green short-shorts. Her gaze flicked toward him, her blue eyes large
and bright against the sandy backdrop of her face. She wore no makeup, but a
generous scattering of freckles added plenty of interesting color and shape to
her features. A smile spread over Javier’s face before he could think the
situation through.
    The interloper scowled in response, producing a can of mace.
“You think this is funny, Bonavita?”
    Javier held up his hands quickly. He didn’t want to get
sprayed. But he couldn’t back down completely or the game would be up before it
had even begun. He imitated the cool confidence his brother always possessed.
“You wanted to see me so badly you couldn’t knock?”
    Her frown deepened. “You watched me approach the house on
video monitors and decided to…change your clothes?”
    “Couldn’t let you think I didn’t care about our date.”
    She glanced at the monitors and shook her head, her lips
forming the word “stupid”. Javier cocked his head, but before he could ask she
brandished the mace more fiercely. “Take whatever weapons you’ve got and put
them on the floor.”
    “What you see is what I’ve got.”
    “Yeah, I’m going to believe that.”
    Javier shrugged. “If you want to strip-search me, I won’t
stop you.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Pig.”
    “Then I guess we’re going to stand here all day.”
    The woman sighed and set down the can of mace. Javier’s body
relaxed, but before he had a chance to enjoy it he was on the floor, the woman
on top of him. She couldn’t have weighed much, but she knew how to make her
body heavy . Her legs wrapped his thighs in an intimate hold that kept
him immobilized, and the blade of her forearm wedged under his chin threatened
his windpipe.
    Javier gasped from the shock of his back crashing to
Fernando’s hardwood floor but recovered as quickly as he could. “Beds are much
more comfortable.”
    “In your dreams, Bonavita.”
    Moving with practiced confidence, she rolled Javier onto his
side without relaxing the strength of her hold. She