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made her a señora. “Come on, honey,” he said, purring his best fake-husband voice in her ear. “Let’s you and me go for a walk.”
    “A walk?”
    He dropped his voice to conspiratorial level and winked. “A reconnaissance mission. Because I am here to bust you out of this joint.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Cara opened the door on a very suspicious Rodrigo.
    “Señorita—”
he started, but Tobin growled, so Rodrigo started again.
“Señora,
you didn’t tell us you were expecting your husband.”
    Almost-husband
, she wanted to say, and
I wasn’t expecting him either
. She held her ground and tipped her chin up just a little bit, like her parents taught her. Pride. It was all a matter of pride. And sometimes, that meant covering up minor details like a racing heart and nerves that danced, just on seeing him again.
    She strode out the door with Tobin in tow, trying to look like a woman who knew what she wanted.
    Except she didn’t. Everything had been clear until the moment Tobin showed up. She’d only wanted out of this village, pronto, and back to the office to pull together a first-class presentation that would knock the investors right out of their seats in their rush to award the bid to her. Well, to TeleCel. Then she could set her sights on the next project, and the next, and the next. Crawl into the bubble of work, work, and more work. Climb the ladder higher and higher. That was her mission in life.
    Or it had been, until she’d met Tobin, all those years ago. He’d taught her a lot more than how to ski. He taught her how to live and love and laugh so hard, she shook. Taught her that time was worth more than money. That love could happen overnight and last a lifetime. That a woman who didn’t need anyone might just need him.
    “Why would she have to mention her husband?” Tobin cut in, hitting Rodrigo with a punch of a look. “If a man came here on a business trip, would you expect him to start talking about his wife?”
    A thousand bonus points appeared on the scorecard her mind assigned to Tobin.
    Rodrigo, who never looked anything but sly, suddenly looked apologetic. “No, no! I mean… What do you do,
Señor Leoni?”
    “I’m a photographer,” Tobin answered, without bothering to correct the last name to his own. More bonus points.
    “Where is your camera?”
    She could feel Tobin stiffen beside her — couldn’t miss it, because he had his arm around her shoulders, her body snug against his — but on the outside, he didn’t miss a beat.
    “I’m on vacation. My wife complains that I work too much.” He said it with a chuckle, and she knew the inside joke. Working too much was probably the only thing he’d never been accused of by anyone. His parents, her parents, most of the friends they’d once shared.
    She frowned. Tobin was doing it again — bringing himself down by parroting their cutting remarks. But that wasn’t fair. She’d seen him come home bone-tired and frozen after a twelve-hour day on the slopes. Seen him stick on a smile and say
sure
to the little kids who begged for just one more run with their favorite instructor. Seen him stay up long nights making last-minute changes to surf safari arrangements for whimsical clients. So what if his office was a mountainside or a beach? The man worked hard.
    And played hard. That was the problem. Wherever Tobin went, a dozen adoring groupies went, too. All the weekends she spent polishing presentations and reports, he spent charming customers on the slopes. For all she knew, he’d been entertaining señoritas all the way down the coast.
    Right on cue, a dozen critical voices piped up in her mind.
    A guy like that is too popular for his own good. How could you ever trust him?
    A guy like that will never amount to anything. Why doesn’t he get a real job?
    She shook her head at herself. The past was the past. She had a job to do.
    “And what are you doing for your vacation?” Rodrigo pressed on.
    “I was