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Isn’t that what you are?”
    “The way you said it, it sounds derogative.”
    “No.” She slowly shook her head. “That is all on you. If you think that being from the U.S.A. is derogative, that’s your belief system not mine.”
    He stood straighter, stiffened his back. “I do not believe that it’s a bad thing to be from the U.S.”
    “Neither do I, so why are you taking offense at the word Norte? ” she asked.
    He pointed at her. A slow smile crept across his face. “You’re a sly one, Ms. Cruz.”
    She feigned an affronted expression. “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “You’re messing with my head.”
    “If you did not have a chip on your shoulder, I could not knock it off.”
    “Can we just get this show on the road?”
    “Before I agree to this arrangement, I must first make some phone calls.”
    He tapped his wrist. “Time’s wasting.”
    “That’s a bracelet, not a watch.”
    “All the same, you get the sentiment. It’s the universal sign for hurry up.”
    “Norte,” she muttered.
    “That time you were being derogatory.”
    “You’re sort of a jackass, you know that?”
    He clenched his determined jaw. “It doesn’t matter as long as I get what I want.”
    Now she was beginning to understand why Blondie looked annoyed ninety percent of the time, but Sophia certainly understood the push-pull attraction to Gibb Martin. While part of her wanted to throttle him, another part of her wanted to kiss him.
    All the more reason for her not to take him to Key West.
    So why did she agree?

3
    G IBB PACED OUTSIDE THE plane and repeatedly checked his watch. C’mon, C’mon. He didn’t have all day. He tried several times to call Scott while Sophia was preoccupied, but his buddy was still not picking up. Hey, can you blame him? You acted like a jerk.
    For Scott’s own good!
    They had known each other since they first swapped sandwiches on the kindergarten playground. Gibb had readily pawned off his lobster roll for Scott’s plain old peanut butter and grape jelly sammie. Scott had taken one bite of the lobster roll and started crying and demanded to swap back. They laughed about it now. How dumb they’d both been to prefer PB and J to lobster. How clueless Gibb’s mother had been about the appropriate lunch for a five-year-old.
    That was Gibb’s mother all the way. Winnie had exquisite luxury tastes and assumed everyone else did, too, even though when he was growing up, they’d had a beer budget that did not match with her champagne thirst.
    On more than one occasion, the cops had come to their front door to tell her she had to make restitution on bounced checks or she would end up in jail. Somehow, she’d always manage to skirt the law until she hit the jackpot by marrying Florida real estate mogul, James Martin, who legally adopted Gibb when he was seven. And Gibb had been trying to prove himself worthy of James’s largesse ever since.
    “It is settled.”
    The smell of plumeria, sweet and exotic, wafted over him and he looked up to see Sophia. The woman possessed gorgeous brown eyes with impossibly long dark lashes. A hot tug of attraction pulled at him.
    “Settled yes or settled no?” he asked.
    “For three thousand dollars, plus you pay the price of fuel, I will fly you to Key West.”
    He had thought for sure she was going to say no and he would have to risk hiring a jet in Libera and pray the spies weren’t that close. He’d gone through all kinds of machinations to get to Bosque de Los Dioses. First by buying two airline tickets to Europe that had gone unused for him and Stacy. Then hiring a small private plane to Nicaragua, checking into a low-rent motel in San Carlos under an assumed name, and from there hired a car to drive them to Libera. He thought he’d adequately covered his tracks. But, if any of his competitors found out he was in Costa Rica, well, two years’ worth of work and a hundred million dollars would be shot all to hell.
    “Hot damn. Let’s