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position is not conducive to thinking.”
    Reluctantly, Sheila raised herself up into a half-sitting position against the pillows while Brad sat on the edge of the bed facing her. Flicking a wayward lock of hair from her cheek, she wrapped the nightshirt more securely around her.
    “What are the plans?” Sheila asked, certain that he had considered everything before presenting this proposal to her. Brad was thorough in just about everything he did.
    “First is the matter of transportation,” he began. “My motorcycle would get us there and back veryeconomically, but traveling almost halfway across the state of Texas would not be very comfortable, not with you and me and our luggage. As much as I hate the idea, logic suggests we should take the car your parents gave you. Is the title in your name? I wouldn’t want us to have any trouble crossing the border with it.”
    “It’s solely in my name,” she nodded in assurance, “title, registration, insurance—everything.”
    “If we’re going to drive that distance to get married, it would be foolish not to spend a couple days in Mexico on our honeymoon, right?”
    “Absolutely.” A wide smile of agreement beamed across her face, topaz eyes sparkling with pleasure. “Where are we going in Mexico?”
    “Juárez.”
    “Juárez?” Sheila repeated in astonishment. “But that’s a day’s drive from here. Why not cross at Laredo or Eagle Pass? Any place would be closer than Juárez.”
    “Keep your voice down.” Brad frowned. “I am well aware of the geographical distances, but there are other considerations to take into account. If your parents do happen to find out what we’re planning and try to stop us, they’ll immediately assume that if we’re crossing the border, we’ll pick one of the closer places you just mentioned. I’m sure it would never occur to your father that I could be so ‘stupid’ as to drive clear to Juárez. It’s a case of reverse psychology,” he finished with a faintly smug quirk of his mouth.
    “You might be right.” But it seemed to her that Brad was taking unnecessary precautions. She didn’t like the way he insisted on regarding her parents as villains.
    “I know I’m right,” he said decisively, and she didn’t try to argue. Brad reminded Sheila of a little boy playing a game, and she smiled secretly at the thought. “Anyway,” Brad continued, “I know my way around Juárez better than the other border towns.”
    “I haven’t been to Cuidad Juárez since I was a child. This time you can act as my tour guide and show me the sights,” she suggested.
    “Be glad to.”There was a provocative gleam in his eyes as he ran his gaze over her length, taking in the feminine curves accented by the tightly wrapped scarlet nightshirt and the bare expanse of her long legs. “Providing we don’t spend most of our time pursuing other pleasures.”
    Strangely, the implications of his remark didn’t stimulate her desire. It made Sheila feel vaguely uncomfortable.
    “We can’t spend all our time in a hotel room.” She attempted an off-handed shrug. “We have to come out sometime to eat.”
    “Maybe,” Brad conceded with a faintly leering curl of his lip. He straightened from the bed and took two steps from the edge, his back to Sheila. “But that brings up another matter.”
    Sheila tipped her head to the side. “What?”
    “Money.”
    She stiffened. Their afternoon quarrel was still too recent for her to forget his bitterness and sarcasm on the subject. She stared down at her fingers clutching the front of her gown.
    “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore,” Sheila said with taut quietness.
    “Believe me, I don’t want to bring it up.” Brad massaged the back of his neck, a grimness in his tone. “This isn’t going to be easy for me to say. I’m practically broke.” He sighed heavily. “This week’s paycheck had to go for rent. I have only a few dollars left to get me by until next