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door on your left."
    She watched as he made his way to his bedroom and she got the sudden urge to know what it looked like in there.
    " Por lo que no eres un Boy Scout," she whispered under her breath.
    Dylan stopped, turned and gave her another heart stopping smile as he responded in very clear Spanish, " No, sweetheart, I'm definitely no Boy Scout."
    At the shocked look on Julie's face when she realized he not only understood her, but also spoke it fluently Dylan informed her, "Your abuelita is a great teacher."
    Once he walked into his room and shut the door, she twisted the cap off of the water and inhaled it in several gulps. She needed something to cool off after what he'd just told her about the thoughts he'd been having about her.
    She took one last look at his bedroom door before she went to throw away her bottle.
    Then she grabbed her bag and headed for the other bathroom.

 
     
    Chapter 6
     
    A little over half an hour later, Julie was entering a cantina restaurant with Dylan.
    "You look very nice, Jules," Dylan said, once they were seated.
    Julie had taken the time to freshen up, as well as change out of her sweaty clothes. She always kept an extra outfit with her in her bag. While she was in the bathroom looking in the mirror and fixing her hair one last time, she tried to convince herself that her change of clothes and light application of makeup, wasn't to impress Dylan, she was just making sure she looked presentable since they were going out for a meal.
    "Thank you," she said to his compliment.
    "How about that drink?" he suggested.
    "Definitely," Julie agreed.
    They both ordered a margarita and appetizers and Julie began to loosen up after a few long sips of her drink.
    "This is a nice place," she said, looking around.
    "Yeah, I've been here a few times since I've been back in town. The food is good."
    The waitress came and took their orders and after they were alone again, Dylan spoke up. "So, will you accept my apology from earlier?"
    Julie looked down and said, "Only if you accept mine as well."
    "For what?" Dylan asked, raising an eyebrow.
    "I was rude to you that nigh t– "
    Dylan raised a hand. "You had every right to be, like I said, I shouldn't have intruded on your private time."
    "Still..." Julie said. "You were right, I was upset that night, and it had nothing to do with you being there. I thought I'd danced away all of my frustrations, but I didn't and I took them out on you. For that I'm sorry. I said some really mean things as I was walking away."
    "I heard."
    "Oh! You understood everything I said didn't you ?” Julie asked, burying her face in her hands, now mortified.
    "Julie, it's fine." He reached across the table and pulled her hands away from her face, then pulled them to his lips. "How about we just call a truce?" he asked, kissing the backs of her hands.
    "I...I think I can deal with that," she stammered, as heat began to spiral down her arms.
    Soon their food came out, which was delicious, just as Dylan had promised. By the time they finished eating, Julie was on her third margarita and feeling very good.
    When a live band began playing salsa music and people got up and began making their way to the dance floor, Julie turned to watch.
    "Do you want to dance?" she asked Dylan as she turned to face him.
    "Maybe another time," he said politely.
    "That's right. You don't dance," she said in a tone of disbelief.
    "No, not really," he confirmed.
    "Then why did you dance with me that night at the club?"
    He took a sip of his drink then sat it down before answering.
    "Because I found you completely irresistible."
    "But tonight you don't?" she challenged.
    "I still think you're irresistible," he corrected. "However, right now, I'm enjoying getting to know more about you."
    "Okay," Julie said, turning to fully face him again. "What do you want to know about me?"
    "Your brother tells me you don't compete anymore."
    That was something she typically didn't like talking about. But instead of