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1: SHE

JULY 1996

welcome to leos!
Emilio Bautista heard the roar of the emcee as he leaned against a
grimy wall next to a grimy back alley door. He didnt much care; hed
spent his youth in back alleys.
He found it refreshing, really, that he had to have an entre. What
annoyed him was that his entre was that weird kid whod criss-crossed
the country with him all those years ago, but what the hell. He couldnt
judge a man whod made something of himself out of nothing.
The bouncer jerked his head and muttered, Dragon, making his
displeasure of Emilios admittance obvious. It occurred to Emilio to say
something sarcastic, but refrained. He stepped over the grimy threshold
of the grimy door from the grimy back alley and through yet another
grimy door
and stepped into lavish, if generic, elegance as fine as the best hotels in the world, and Emilio demanded the best these days. He proceeded up a wide hall on a frescoed carpet, the walls on either side of
him clad in rich mahogany. He heard the faint sound of live music and
a female voice singing to make the angels weep with joy.
And that voice was why Emilio had done everything he could to get
into Leos, to hear a live performance of the woman who sang him to


sleep every night. She had four CDs out, but hed scratched up two sets
of them and was about to replace his third. And in all that time, he
hadnt been able to gain admittance to hear her live.
Her stage name was Velvet, but nobody knew who she was in real
life. She sang torch songs and jazz standards only on Saturday nights,
here in an exclusive ex-pat club to an American clientele in a deceptively
residential part of Sevilla.
He had begged every American he knew for an invitation, but Leo
had refused him time and time again. Emilio was a Spaniard in a very
high-profile Spanish profession and the paparazzi occasionally made
him its business.
Leo did not want the paparazzi to make Leos its business also.
There was only one person in the world who could make Leo
change his mind, and, as if God had taken pity on Emilio, Sebastian
Taight had shown up on his doorstep four days ago.
Emilio came to a wide set of double doors and opened it to see he
stood at the back of a typical terraced nightclub that surrounded a
dance floor in front of a stage. From this distance and height, he
couldnt see much of the woman on stage, but he didnt care what she
looked like. Her voice was all that mattered and it was one of the finest
voices hed heard outside of opera.
And it was so much better than it was on his state-of-the-art stereo.
A waitress took his drink order while he looked for Sebastian, then a
hand wave in his periphery caught his attention. He made his way along
the wall and down the middle aisle to the table where his friend sat.
Youre welcome, Sebastian muttered resentfully.
I do not know why you balked, Emilio said. Are you and Velvet
lovers, afraid she will find me more to her taste?
Oh, fuck off.


Why are you overwrought?

Overwrought is a word a seventy-year-old spinster would use.
I am speaking English in my country, he remarked after his drink
was delivered. You will tolerate whatever words I choose.
Youre still drinking cheap beer?
I have not had a Pabst in years and I am suddenly feeling nostalgic.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. Youre nostalgic for poverty now?
No, he drawled. For greasepaint.
Sebastian laughed.
Emilio took a drink, then set the bottle down. He could only take
so much of this particular piece of nostalgia. You forget where you
came from.
I clawed my way out of that fucking ghetto for a reason, and I
dont want to revisit it.
Emilio didnt have the same bitterness about having grown up in
poverty that Sebastian did. Emilio remembered the good times with his
mother, money or not, and the lengths shed gone to to make the best
of what little they had. And when his father was home, everything was
right and safe in little Emilios world. Poverty was a mere inconvenience
until it was time for Emilio to get the education he wanted so badly;
then it became an obstacle, though not an unscalable one.
But Sebastians father had given away his familys meager resources
to others in need, too proud to admit that the Taights had less than
everyone else. Sebastian was not bitter about what was. He was bitter
that it had been completely unnecessary.
Speaking of money, Sebastian said, because that was what Sebastian spoke of half the time. Sex and art, which to him were largely interchangeable, took up the other half. This introduction to Leos is
going to cost you a hundred large.


No, Emilio returned calmly. Twenty-five. I know how you think,

which is that a four-hundred-percent markup is a friendship discount.
Sebastian growled.
I will ask again so I can do what I came here to do. Why are you irritated?
Sebastian didnt answer for a moment, but then, My aunt, he said
slowly, worries about my cousin and somehow, her well-being has become my responsibility.
What cousin and why are you doing your aunts bidding and what
has that to do with anything?
I have a cousin who lives here. My aunt gets worried about her and
I check up on her whenever Im in Europe.
Your aunt cannot check on her own child?
She would, but my cousin gets mad at her and wont speak to her
and makes her go away.
How old is this cousin?
Is she pretty? Married?
Sebastian growled. Dont make me come over the table at you.
Emilio snickered.
Shes drop-dead gorgeous.
Emilio turned to look at Sebastian. I may risk it. Her marital status is irrelevant in any case.
She is not married, but theres a reason for that.
Is she slow?
No. Shes a genius, which is one reason shes not married. The
other is that shes socially inept. Cause and effect. She doesnt relate
well with the opposite sex.
Oh, Emilio drawled smugly, she is like you.


Sebastians jaw tightened and he looked up to gather his temper,

but finally said, Not in the same way. Men flock to her like moths to
flame, which she loves. She knows shes beautiful, likes attention, loves
the company of men. But shes intellectually high maintenance.
Emilio understood beautiful women who loved male attention.
What he didnt understand Intellectually high maintenance?
It means you have to be damn near a genius to get and keep her attention. Thats not the problem, though.
Beautiful, genius, but socially inept Ah. She wears everybody
Sebastian nodded. Or she insults them one too many times, thinking shes just stating facts. Shes earnest about her opinions and eager to
share them.
Emilio chuckled.
She doesnt do any better with women. She has one friend in the
entire world, whos just as brilliant, but only a little less weird.
Your cousin is Mormon?
Sebastian nodded.
Genius. Socially inept. Mormon. Virgin.
Such a rare thing indeed, Emilio drawled sarcastically.
Maybe not, but ones who are happily virgins?
I submit that asexuality is its own orientation, much like homosexuality and bisexuality.
Mm hmm. My aunt and uncle want her to move back home
Emilio gave Sebastian the side-eye. What?
Sebastian made a gesture of weary exasperation. They dont think
she functions in the world like a normal person because she doesnt get
along with people in the long term. They think shes a sitting duck for


Oh, say, men like you. Us. They dont believe shes happy being alone.
They dont understand how she can keep a normal job. Men cant
wont, I dont knowput up with her for more than a few dates, so they
think her only value to men is sex. Now, shes family and I know how she
thinks, but I dont care how beautiful a woman is, I wouldnt stick
around long enough to figure out a woman like her, either.
Emilio was entirely confused. Are you saying her parents think she
is unlovable and therefore must move home? That is a non sequitur.
Sebastian pursed his lips. Its more complicated than that. They
want to protect her from realizing shes unlovable. They think as long
as shes around family and showered with affection, she wont fall for
guys who just want to fuck her.
You just said she was a virgin. At thirty-two. And drop-dead gorgeous. That is not a vulnerable woman.
Shes not. She datesa lot, but shes savvy about it. She can keep
the upper hand with any man.
Her behavior is her armor?
Sebastian shook his head vigorously. Oh, no. Its just her. She
wants to get married, but there arent a lot of guys who could put up
with her, much less indulge her. She knows this. Shes not exactly
curled up on her bed crying about it.
Hrmph. Emilio found this sort of disconnect between parents and
child quite odd, but Sebastian had a very large family and its dynamics
were sometimes interesting. They made Emilios family look like Utopia. She is socially inept, but not nave or defenseless or unhappy, and
refuses to be treated like a child.
Good for her.
Whenever I need to meet with you or Leo, I go hang out with her.


We get along well and shes actually really fun. I go back to my aunt
and uncle, read them the riot act, and thats that until the next time Im
in Europe. Now, what was that about setting you up with her?
Ah, no, Emilio said. While beautiful and genius are tempting,
the rest is not.
Thats usually how it goes with her.
Bored with that topic, Emilio watched Velvet for a moment. Her
closely fit black dress sparkled in the lights and seemed to hint at a rather lush body. Then he closed his eyes and leaned back in the leather
club chair, able to truly relax for the first time in days to that voice that
did something to him.
Unfortunately, his twenty-five-thousand-dollar invitation wouldnt be
enough to buy a meeting with Velvet herself. Nor would a hundred. He
knew because hed asked. Begged. But no. Velvet didnt meet anybody.
None of the singers did. That was a Leos house rule, and it was inviolable.
Emilio knew how fame could make a persons life unbearable, so he
really couldnt blame Leo for the rule and he had no real curiosity as to
Velvets identity. He simply wanted to express his appreciation of her
voice. Her talent. Her skill.
But since he couldnt, he simply let Velvets voice do what it always
did. Emilios mind drifted to tomorrows performance, here in his home
town, when hed get a chance to see
A woman he only knew by sight and only on Sundays between
March and October, and only when he performed in Sevilla, Her.
Hed been obsessing over Her for the last six years, unable to figure
out how to get Her attention after every one of his many tries had failed.
The singers voice rose and fell, grew and faded, ebbed and flowed.
It was by turns happy, sad, melancholy, and giddy. Emilio fantasized


about bringing Her here, drawing Her close, whispering in Her ear. Seducing Her. Taking Her home. Undressing Her slowly, laying Her down
in a soft bed, stroking Her flawless skin.
The set break came too soon and Emilio refused to open his eyes.
I need you to do something for me, he muttered, too relaxed to
want to even speak.
Come to the arena tomorrow. I have my eye on a woman and I
need a helper A What is it called? A wingman.
Shit, Emilio. Youre El Draque. Surely you can do your own procurement.
No, this one is different. She comes to my bullfights, usually alone.
This year she has a friend. That is all I know. I believe she goes to all
the others, too. She is an aficionada. I have tried many ways to get her
attention, short of dedicating a bull to herand that would make me
look a fool. To you, my beautiful lovely woman I do not know! I want
to make love to you!
The last parts a given.
Emilio grunted.
The waitress came around just then with the supper Sebastian had
ordered: good, thick pork ribs slathered in a spicy barbecue sauce. Emilio did open his eyes then and sit up, but he was still missing
The waitress placed a pitcher of ice-cold milk in front of him. Trust
Sebastian to get it right.
Emilio, you are a strange fuck.
I take my pleasures where I can, my friend. They settled in to eat and
Emilio was more than pleasantly surprised. This is not Texas barbecue.
Sebastian heaved a longsuffering sigh. You know what? Texas is
not the whole US Leo is from Memphis.


Emilio promptly decided to go on a US barbecue tour that did not

include Texas. Are you going to help me? he asked around his bite.
Only if you want to take my seconds cause Ill fuck her before you do.
Emilio looked at him from under his brows, unexpectedly pissed off
at the entirely predictable answer. Ford.
Sebastians fork froze halfway to his mouth. You wouldnt.
I would.
For fucking her first or not helping you at all?
Yes. Emilio bent back to his meal. Although I did forget your
unnatural aversion to redheads.
You coulda just said that first.
I am not joking. Ford.
Shit, all right, he grumbled. Shes a redhead. What else?
Emilio waved a hand. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever
seen in my life. Tall for a woman. My height, I think. Definitely Irish,
with that red hair. Skin like bone china. Green eyes. I think. I hope. I
do not know. I have never gotten close enough to see.
Sebastian stared at him. You got it bad. How does a chemist wax
poetic about a womans skin?
Emilio shrugged. He could see her in his mind, but Sebastian was
right. He simply didnt have the English vocabulary to do her justice
and Sebastian didnt speak Spanish well enough to understand the nuance. She sits in the shade, but a different seat every time.
If you want me to do this, youre going to have to figure out a way
to let me know which one she is.
Get a barrera seat. If I can find her, I will point to her. After that,
it is your responsibility to get her to me.
Sebastian sighed. For the record, thats not what a wingman is.



Two girls. Ones hot, ones not. The wingman occupies the nothot one while the other guy hits on the hot one.
That Velvet voice had begun to come out of the speakers again and
Emilio relaxed even more now that Sebastian was going to put him out
of his misery over Her. He didnt know why it hadnt occurred to him
before now to askwell, blackmail
Knowing She would be in the stands the next day to watch him perform made Emilio unaccountably jittery. It had ever since hed first
spotted Her six years ago in the stands and then again the next time he
performed in his home town. All that thick curly red hair down to the
middle of Her arms surrounded by a sea of brunettes and blondes, the
pale skin surrounded by golden and copper tans Always dressed in
white or pastels, sometimes crisp, sometimes floaty, always ephemeral.
Definitely eye-catching.
Her smile, sly. Her gestures, sensuous. Her face, perfection.
Hed never heard her voice, but he couldnt imagine it as anything
less than wonderful.
Oh, shit, Sebastian muttered, jerking Emilio out of his trance. He
followed Sebastians gaze across the nightclub and down a step or two
to see a very pretty young woman looking straight at Emilio.
Is she
An heiress I embarrassed the hell out of in Berlin last year at an
embassy dinner. Yvette Mallery.
What did she do?
I overheard her making bets with her friends as to how fast she
could get my room key. When she hit me up for it, I told her I didnt
fuck daddys little princesses. In front of everyone, which included the
Secretary of State and half the State Department.



Emilio almost laughed as he watched her advance. She was attractive

and she obviously knew the score, so Emilio cocked an eyebrow at her.
Better be careful, Sebastian said blithely. Never know what kind
of little friends shes got.
Kindly remember who gave you the lecture your father should have
when you decided your virginity was becoming a burden. At twenty.
Sebastian grunted his acknowledgment of Emilios tutelage so many
years ago.
He watched as the American socialite sauntered toward their table.
Thinking about Her wasnt getting Emilio anywhere and the only way
he could calm jitters caused by Her was to get laid by someone else,
since She wasnt an option at the moment. Although this woman was
youngmid-twentiesshe suited Emilios needs perfectly, as demonstrated by the fact that she had the gall to approach Emilio while Sebastian was in the vicinity.
Dragon, she purred when she reached their table and pulled out a
chair to sit, blatantly ignoring Sebastian. Fancy seeing a matador here.
Miss Mallery.
That was when she slid a glance at Sebastian. Of course you would
know my name. King Midas here must have told you.
Stuff it, Yvette, Sebastian snapped. You got what you deserved.
You should know your prey before you go hunting, Miss Mallery,
Emilio said calmly. King Midas does not care for redheads.
That startled her. You dont? she asked Sebastian.
Miss Mallery, Emilio said, are you here to give me your room key
or to nettle Sebastian? At the moment, you are interrupting my evening.
Her mouth tightened when Sebastian chuckled, but Emilio was



serious. He could take her or leave her, but he needed to get it decided so
he could go back to listening to the music so he could fantasize about Her.
She stood and flipped her keycard next to his plate. Dont keep me
waiting too long, she said and walked off.
Emilio grunted and signaled a waitress. Do you have key lime pie,
perhaps? Also, pecan?
She smiled and disappeared.
Are you going to reapply for that professorship?
Well, there went Emilios night, right into the sewer. I do not want
to talk about that, he grumbled.
You did apply for it and got turned down again, or you didnt apply for it?
I have my annual interview in two weeks, at which time I will be
told, Thank you for applying, Dr. Bautista, but not this year. Try again
after you have hung up your cape.
Bastards, Sebastian mumbled.
Exactly. Emilio didnt know why he continued to try. Every year, Covarrubias University dangled El Draque on its marionette strings because
he went begging for the scrap of attention that he would never get.
Have you tried the University of Sevilla?
I did. I do. Their department is fully staffed with instructors my
age and most of those are tenured. Excellent program.
So no one there is going anywhere soon.
Exactly. It is the same at the rest of the area colleges, whereas Covarrubias cannot seem to retain chemistry professors who can teach in
English, yet they will not hire me.
That sounds like a bad situation, if you ask me. Are you sure you
want to start a brand new career behind the organizational eight-ball?
Not really, but it was Emilios only chance, since he was not willing



to move his family elsewhere.

I have an idea, Sebastian said slowly. Emilio glanced up from his
pie to see an expression hed grown used to over the years. Okay, look,
Em. Theyre never going to hire you, even if you do retire. Quit dancing
to their tune. What you need are a couple of breakthrough applications
for your formulas and I have a cousin who can do that.
Emilio pursed his lips. Waved his fork for Sebastian to continue.
tienne LaMontagne. You heard of him?
The name sounds familiar. I think he wrote an article for one of
the journals I subscribe to. Inventor of some sort?
Inventor, engineer, jack of all machinery, but specializes in wind,
solar, water power. His wifes an alternate-energy architect and she
comes up with ideas that belong in science fiction, theyre so advanced.
Somehow, he finds a way to do what she wants.
Emilio looked at Sebastian speculatively. You have my attention.
Where do I fit into this?
Her designs require him to build machinery that needs special
chemicals or something to work. tienne just had a falling out with his
last chemist because the shit didnt work right. Chemist wouldntor
couldnt, I dont knowtry to figure out how to change his formula to
work with tiennes machine.
Why did your cousin not try to figure out how to change his toy to
work with the formula?
He did. When it comes to making Tess happy, tienne has no ego.
He wants something that works and whatever he has to do to get that,
hell do. But if hes done everything he can think of and the problem can
only be with someone else, hes impossible to work with or for. If your
shit works with his, hes fine.
That put a different view on it.



So what is he working on right now?

I have no idea and I couldnt explain it if I did. What I do know is
that tienne is without a chemist and hes frantically looking for one
because its holding up the project.
Emilio shrugged. What did he have to lose? Okay. Give me his
While Sebastian signaled a waitress to bring him a pen and paper,
Emilio squinted through the darkness, down the terraces of diners at
bistro tables, to the intimately lit stage.
He blinked. Squinted harder.
He sat up a little and tried to focus on her face. Dammit, he needed
new contact lenses.
He arose and strode down the stairs to get a closer look. He would
have descended another two steps until he was on the dance floor, but
found himself caught by the collar and dragged backward. He caught
his balance and turned to see Sebastian glaring at him.
I want to meet her, Emilio murmured after following Sebastian
back up the stairs and re-seating himself.
The singers never meet anybody, Sebastian snarled. I told you
that before I agreed to get you in here, and you went out of your way to
assure me
I know her from somewhere.
Not possible. She doesnt run in your circles.
Emilios head snapped right. How do you know what circles she
does and does not run in?
Sebastian sighed heavily. Shes an American ex-pat. Think about
that. Youre either imagining things or trying to meet her was your intention all along.
Emilio growled but turned his attention back to the stage to con-



tinue digging through his memory. No, he had had no intention of asking to meet her, but he hadnt imagined it, either. He knew that face.
Soooo, Sebastian drawled. About tomorrow
Mother of God, Emilio whispered, still staring at Velvet as she
sang. That is Her.
Who, what?
Emilio pointed at the singer. Velvet. She is the woman I see in the
stands. The one I wanted you to arrange
What?! Sebastian breathed, his voice full of horror. Emilio looked
at him. Sebastians expression was as horror-stricken as his voice.
That is Her, Emilio repeated, his heart pounding and his blood
thrumming through his veins that he was so close to her, that after six
years he finally knew something about the woman in the stands. Velvet
is my mystery woman. I would never forget that face.
Sebastian slowly covered his mouth and massaged it. Holy shit, he
I agree! Emilio retorted. I want to meet her and you can make
that happen. I will pay whatever you want. Take a million out of my
account. Please.
Sebastian released a very slow breath, his eyes closing and his body
slumping. Let me think about it, he muttered.
Think about it quickly. If I do not have an introduction by siesta, I
will call her out tomorrow night in front of half of Spain.

el draque wants to meet me?
Yes, Sebastian returned morosely, his elbows propped on the
kitchen table and his head in his palms.
Victoria LaMontagne leaned back against her counter and crossed
her arms over her chest, simply listening as he told her the conversation.
There was a long silence in the room as Victorias mind tumbled it
all over. Any other woman would be flattered. Not Victoria. Victoria
was beautiful. Of course shed caught his attention, because there was no
reason he wouldnt have noticed her.
Victoria knew her toreros. That one was particularly bad news
and now he knew she was Velvet. Such was her luck lately.
And he threatened to blow my cover if I didnt show up at MiMis
for tapas? she asked.
Yes. I cant ask him not to without making him suspicious. I already told him you dont run in his circles, but I recovered that slip.
You let him into Leos, right? Just tell him if he says anything,
youll ban him permanently.
Vic, its beyond that now. He threatened to out me as Ford and offered me a million dollars. He really wants you.
Of course he did. Most men did.
She sighed. There was only one thing she could do if Sebastian
couldnt find a way to get El Draque off his back. Ill just not go tonight,



she muttered, turning to the sink to do her dishes. If Velvet doesnt

show up at his fight, then he can hardly call me out. Whats he going to
tell the press? Velvet is this woman who comes to my performances in
Sevilla but I dont know who she is and shes not here today anyway.
Thatll go over well.
There was a long silence. Then, But youre mad.
Of course Im mad. I wouldnt drop tons of cash during bullfight
season if I didnt love it. Bautistas not my favorite, so Im not going to
miss him, but my current favorite is appearing tonight with him, and its
the last time this season hell be in Sevilla, so yes. Im mad because of
that and because now Im also out three hundred bucks for shade barrera tickets for me and Lydia.
Sebastian rustled behind her, then she heard the soft flutter of paper.
Thank you.
Ah, speaking of Lydia
Leave her alone about Jack. You didnt tell him she was here, did
No, he grumbled, then sighed. Vic, Emilios not going to give up.
He never gives up, even when he should and hes been trying to get to
you for six years.
She scowled over her shoulder. All he had to do was send somebody up to tap me on the shoulder.
Hes tried that. Tried to do it himself. Missed you every time. He
said last year he was only in Sevilla six times the whole season. One year
he was here nine times? That gives him, what, an average of three or
four times a season to try? You sit in a different place every time. All he
knows is to look for you in the shade. Sometimes it takes him a while to
find you, especially after the sun goes down.
Victoria pursed her lips. She could see the difficulty there, as well as



the timing of a corrida de toros and who should be where and when.
And hes a little touchy about dedicating a bull to a woman he
doesnt know.
She grimaced. That would not have made me happy, no.
Which is why he hasnt done it yet, but now he has a name to attach to you.
This is nice and all, but I dont want to be followed around by the
paparazzi and Leo would kill me. The university would have a cow and
I dont make enough from my CDs to support myself.
Thats because you signed a shitty contract.
No, Victoria drawled, its not. It was the best Knox could do before the record label walked away. Besides that, instrumental jazz is
popular, but vocal is not and I dont sing in Spanish.
Emilio loves your singing. She stilled immediately. His endorsement would boost your sales.
He does? she asked warily.
Yes, Sebastian said snidely. Thats what Im trying to tell you.
Why do you think he wanted into Leos so badly? He didnt care about
Velvet. He just wanted to hear Velvet sing live. But then he recognized
you as his personal unicorn. Bonus!
Silence while Sebastian looked down at the table and worried a
piece of paper. Doesnt that bug you? A man just seeing a random
woman in the stands and getting fixated?
The question confused her. No. Why would it?
It would freak most women out.
Sebastian, in case you havent noticed, I leave drooling men in my
wake wherever I go.
He groaned and dropped his forehead on the table.



Being admired from afar is like air. Its just there.

You and tienne, he grumbled into the Formica.
Im prettier than he is and if he ever says otherwise its because hes
jealous. She paused and thought. El Draque wants me because he
cant have me. What he doesnt know is hes never going to be able to
have me. I dont care how you do it, just keep him away from me. The
last thing I need is a star torero stalking me.

she wasnt there.

She wasnt there.


It was bad enough hed waited at MiMis for a woman who hadnt
shown, but she had also ditched the bullfight during which hed planned
to dedicate his last bull to her.
Sebastian was there sitting with Velvets little friend, but neither of
them seemed to be having a good time, alternately whispering heatedly
or glowering at each other. They were barely paying attention to the
Not possible. She doesnt run in your circles.
Emilios eyes narrowed. He wasnt above pulling out another threat
to expose Sebastian as the art worlds latest It Boy Ford, painter of
nude females.
He snapped his fingers at his manager and pointed to Sebastian.
Go tell the black Irish that Ford will present himself at my house after
the corrida de toros.
She shook her head as if it was just another of El Draques weird
requests, but headed into the alley between the inside wooden wall and
the spectator stands. Sebastian started and then his face clouded with



anger. He sent a glare down at Emilio, who smiled benignly.

Two hours later, Emilio stormed into his bedroom suite, yanking
the ribbon out of his queue before allowing his squire to begin the tiresome process of undressing him.
You tell me who she is, Emilio demanded, or I will personally call
the Wall Street Journal with the tip that King Midas has a night job.
Sebastian, lounging in the sitting area, growled.
You know her, Emilio ground out, yanking his tie off. Did you
think I would credit fate for putting you in Velvets seat next to her little friend? With whom, I noted, you do not get along.
We get along fine, Sebastian muttered. Were having a difference
of opinion on what she should do about a man whos pining over her. I,
having loyalties to both him and her, am stuck in the middle.
That brought Emilio up short and he slid a glance at Sebastian.
Why are you telling me this? Is this in any way analogous to me and
There is no you and Velvet, Sebastian snapped. The point is,
even though this man loves her and wants to commit to her, she refuses
to believe it.
That made no sense to Emilio. Why?
Because hes a slut. Justlikeus. He has zero credibility for
commitment and because of that, I cant in good conscience plead his
case. Hes pissed at me because I refuse to tell him where she is so he
can plead his own case.
Emilio pursed his lips and thought about that a moment. Velvet
dates for commitment.
Marriage, more specifically.
He dragged a deep breath in through his nose. Point taken. And so
you warned her.



I did. She is not impressed with you, either as a decent human being or torero.
Emilio would have dropped onto his bed if his squire werent peeling him out of his skin-tight pants. She finds me lacking as a torero?!
Right. Your compadre out thereFrederico whateverhes her
favorite, and shes pissed that you deprived her of her last chance to see
her favorite torero this season. Thats almost a direct quote.
Emilio felt like hed gotten a horn shoved in his remaining kidney.
Shown up by Frederico? The one barely out of diapers with two bulls
ears to show for half a season? To his mystery woman? Whose voice
Emilio worshipped? That woman did not know anything about bullfighting if she thought Frederico was better.
So, Sebastian continued with a deep smugness Emilio wanted to
beat out of him, because youre fucking half the wealthiest women in
Europe, youre in the same boat my friend is in with his woman.
You know possibly seven people in Sevilla, he gritted. How is it
one of those is Velvet?
No answer, so Emilio looked up to see Sebastian flipping a coin
through his fingers, looking out the French door, his jaw clenched.
Then Emilio connected the dots Your cousin, he said flatly.
The thirty-two-year-old socially awkward ball-busting virgin.
Sebastian took a deep breath.
Please do not tell me she is a good Mormon.
Pristine. Except for the bullfights on the Sabbath. And, he grumbled, shes tienne LaMontagnes twin sister.
Emilio shooed his squire away and fell back against the wall, letting
his head hit it with a thunk. Shit, he whispered. How had he managed that? It was the trifecta of bad luck, particularly when everything
Sebastian had told him about her started rolling through his brain.



Can I go now? Sebastian asked caustically. Because at this point,

I dont really care if you out me. I dont make my living with my paintbrushes and Im going to protect my family no matter what. She told
me to keep you away from her, so thats what Im going to do.
Tell me something, he said slowly, dreading the answer. Has she
always known you and I are friends? How we met?
And she has never ?
No, she has never asked me about you, never asked to meet you.
Since you said you werent interested in her, it shouldnt make any difference.
Emilio heaved a great sigh as this hope he had nurtured so long
slipped through his fingers like water. Something inside him died a little. He should have left her in the stands and in his imagination because
he was far too old to have invested so much in a fantasy.
Tell me her first name, he asked anyway, not knowing why. Give
me that much.
Let it go, Emilio. I told you she was savvy, and her clumsy earnest
opinions arent even in the same league as her intentional cruelty. She
knows too much about you not to grind you under her heel the second
she meets you.

emilio was walking into the rectors office at Covarrubias University for his yearly interview
and Velvet was storming out of it.
Neither of them saw the other until he was on his ass in the hallway
and she was frantically picking up the papers shed dropped when they
Emilio stood and watched her warily, wondering if shed recognize
him so closely, without his suit of lights and his hair not slicked back
into a queue. Hed never felt so naked in his life, knowing she didnt like
him, didnt want him anywhere near her.
She, on the other hand, hadnt looked up at all, and he could barely
keep himself from touching her glorious red hair. She was more beautiful
up close than she was from afar. Grief at the loss of his mystery woman,
his unexpected proximity to her after hed spent two weeks trying to let go,
and Sebastians description of her shoved the horn farther into his back.
But then he noticed her growling. Allow me to assist, he said gently, bending on one knee in front of her. To his surprise, she didnt shoo
him away, as he would have expected an American woman to do. She
stood and silently accepted his help picking up her papers.
He took the opportunity to scan her documents. Papers, reports,
quizzes. Grades. American English and Culture. Department of International Business. Junior- and senior-level classes. Sloppy, impatient



notations. Some papers bleeding. Sarcastic comments.

This usage is not in the dictionary because its industry jargon. You are here
to learn your industrys jargon. Pay attention.
You got this right on the quiz Monday. Its Wednesday. You forgot it between then and now?
Funny how you and two of your classmates got the same four answers wrong.
F. My office Tuesday at nine a.m. sharp. If youre late, Ill fail you for the term.
His eyebrow rose, but a whoosh of soft mint-colored fabric and a
hint of peppermint brought him back to his task. He couldnt tell anything of her legs through the elegant drape of her trousers, and they
were long enough to pool over most of what looked like genuine ballet
slippers dyed violet.
He finally had her documents semi-organized enough to hand back
to her, so he couldnt legitimately delay any longer. He stood.
She still wasnt looking at him, though. Her head was down, her
curly red hair held back from her face by a wide silky scarf in swirling
light greens and lavender. She was flipping through the papers shed
managed to gather up, sorting them clumsily, putting them in order,
frantic to get out. She was angry and her face was flushed.
It was all so very romantic comedy, he almost smiled in spite of his
confusion and anger.
He saw a man across the massive room from out of the corner of
his eye and tensed, bracing for an unexpected confrontation. He was
supposed to meet with the universitys rector, Dr. Kilgore, not a highplaced member of the administration board, one who had a very good
reason to hate Emilio.
His life was riddled with bad luck lately.
Dr. Sanz gave him a hateful smile. Ah, Dr. Emilio Bautista, he
purred viciously. Ill be with you in a few minutes.



Velvets head snapped up, and Emilio could almost feel the chips
from her ice blue eyes digging into his skin the second she recognized him.
Her pretty red-orange eyebrows arched up into her freckled hairline.
Doctor Bautista? she growled as if they knew each other well and
she was incensed he had been keeping a secret from her.
Chemistry, he said shortly.
Youre a chemist? she breathed incredulously.
You teach here?
Not yet. Thats why Im here.
The bottom of her very delectable mouth dropped open, and there
was nothing more he wanted to do than kiss it. It would be so easy.
They were standing so closely they were touching and they were the
same height. She wasnt guarding herself, wasnt attempting to back
away, wasnt in any way intimidated by how closely they stood. It was
as if she hadnt noticed.
Sebastian said youre angry with me.
He didnt know why he said it, because picking up the threads of a
dropped conversation theyd never had, not pretending, not skirting the
issue, wasnt going to help anything.
Let it go, Emilio.
She huffed. I didnt want you to out me and I panicked. I couldve
gotten a different seat, but it didnt occur to me in time. Her mouth
compressed and her eyes narrowed. You were going to dedicate your
last bull to meor, you know. That other person I am.
Damn. Ah yes. I wanted to get your attention.
Oh, you got it! she chortled. Just so you know, I have ways of
dealing with stalkers. Im used to them.
I had no intention of stalking you, he replied calmly. I would



have asked if you would care to have tapas with me and I would have
respected your answer.
She looked at him with suspicion. Hrmph. Are you going to hold
my stage name over my head the way you hold Sebastians over his?
No, he said firmly, and he meant it. He was usually underhanded
if not malicious when he didnt get what he wanted, but he took heart
that she hadnt ground him under her heelyetand suddenly, earning this womans trust was more important to him than anything else.
Hence, he was now not going to ask her to have tapas. But I dont
know your real name, so
She blinked. Oh. Its Victoria.
He inclined his head slightly. Victoria. He loved how that felt in his
mouth. Thank you. I have no intention of outing you, and I would have
counted it a great honor if you would have allowed me to listen to you
sing live again. That was all I wanted from that other person you are.
Her mouth twitched in thought. Leo gave you the boot?
He nodded.
She hesitated. Ill think about it. Show up Saturday just in case.
That he hadnt expected. If Emilio were prone to elaborate displays
of emotion, he would have turned handsprings all over the university
grounds. But he wasnt, so he merely said, Thank you. I enjoy your
talent and skill.
Again she paused, looking suddenly quite confused. He could understand why: It wasnt every day a celebrity turned into a groupie, especially when one didnt care for said celebrity. Well um. Hm.
Thank you.
Dr. Bautista! came Sanzs voice again, but now he was striding
toward them. Victoria stiffened and her breathing quickened unevenly.



Ah, here they were allies by default. I see youve met Dr. LaMontagne.
Yes, Emilio said smoothly. We have a common acquaintance.
Sanz looked between them and pointedly noted the lack of space
between Emilios chest and Victorias breasts.
She seemed oblivious to their bodies proximity or Sanzs notation
of it.
socially inept
I sincerely hope that is the only thing you have in common, he
said calmly.
Emilio nearly put his fist through Sanzs face, but Victoria laid her
hand lightly on Emilios chest as if she knew what he wanted to do and
was calming him down. Its not, as a matter of fact, she said brightly.
We both love American jazz standards, particularly torch songs.
Torch songs didnt translate to Spanish very well, but jazz was
enough to get the point across. She didnt give Sanz a chance to react
before turning back to Emilio. She gave him a smile that would make
the sun shield its eyes and purred, So nice to see you again, Draque.
Emilio sighed and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling when Sanz
growled right on cue. Doctor LaMontagne! he snapped. We do not
refer to Dr. Bautista by that name.
Why not? she asked airily. I like it.
Its unprofessional.
She gave him an exaggerated pout. But thats his professional name.
He is not here to represent that profession.
Emilio had to break this up quickly if he hoped to get next years
chance to interview for this damned job with Kilgore.
Dr. LaMontagne, Emilio said smoothly, taking her hand in his
and raising it somewhere in the general vicinity of his lips for an air kiss.
I will see you again when God wills, no?



She looked at him, but her expression was inscrutable. Yes, thank
you. She cast a glance at Sanz and bid him adios also, then turned and
strutted down the hallway and around the corner. He had never been
so happy to watch a woman walk away from him in his life. Not with
that perfect ass shown to perfection in her mint flowy trousers, her hips
swaying perfectly, waist nipping perfectly, curly red hair flowing down
her back and bouncing perfectly against her white silk blouse.
How can you stand to show your face here? Sanz hissed.
Is there something wrong with it? Emilio touched his chin.
Wheres Kilgore? My appointment was with him.
He had a family emergency, and isnt it fortunate I was the only
one available to meet with you. Are you going to attempt to make Dr.
LaMontagne another conquest? Because as a gentleman, I must warn
you about her.
She is not like that, Emilio said tightly, suddenly embarrassed that
a mere conversation, polite, appropriate, would get Her tagged that way.
Unlike your wife.
Sanz snarled. I would like to see you die on the sword of Dr.
LaMontagnes vicious tongue. She will make you wish that bull had
killed you.
Cant get a bite of her, eh, Sanz? Emilio drawled.
I dont care for women with ice in their veins, but I would be happy to see what condition youre in when she gets done with you. Good
day, El Draque. Please do try again next year so I can have the pleasure
of denying you. Again.

i admire your talent and skill.
Victoria, although still furious with Sanz for his interference with
university business that Rector Kilgore was rightfully handling, didnt really know what to think about her unexpected meet-cute with the Dragon. She would have been angry if she thought hed arranged it, but he
couldnt have. Shed known a month ago they had a candidate to interview today, and she had only been summoned to see Sanz an hour ago.
So the Dragon had a PhD in chemistry, wanted a job teaching
chemistry, and wasnt likely to get it anytime soon, especially if he
couldnt teach in English.
He was also helpful and polite, gracious, and not pushy.
He had wished for another chance to hear Velvet sing live, but
didnt expect to get it.
He had not asked her out after all, and, most importantly, he had
not complimented her voice or her beauty.
She couldnt remember the last time someone had complimented
her skill. The talent she took with a grain of salt; it was almost like
complimenting her voice. Shed been born with it, and it had nothing to
do with anything she did. Just like her beauty.
It was the skill she took to heart. Either he had rehearsed that in
preparation for meeting her or he really was only interested in hearing
her sing.



He didnt care about Velvet. He just wanted to hear Velvet sing live.
That might be all he wanted from Velvet
recognized you as his personal unicorn.
but that wasnt all he wanted from the mystery woman hed been
lusting after for the last six years.
Sebastian knew him better than most people did. Theyd been
friends for ten years and while they had a bit of a rivalry, they also benefited materially from the relationship. Between Sebastians assurances
about the Dragons interest in Velvet, and the Dragons discernment and
acknowledgment of her skill, she was tempted to believe the man had
some depth. And chemistry PhDs didnt get awarded to just anybody.
How in the world did a torero pop up with a PhD in chemistry? Or
was it the other way around? How did a scientist pop up in a bullring?
Nobody knew this about him, clearly, because it had never been reported. Then again, the sportswriters had missed the most obvious thing
about him for the past three years and it was right under their noses
every Sunday from March to October.
His uncanny ability to keep his private life absolutely private added to
his mystiqueno personal information on Emilio Bautista was available
except for El Draques long string of flings. It kept the gossip rags happy
and camouflaged everything else. He had to be seeding that information.
The one thing he neither hid nor seeded was his opinion on other
toreros. He was one of few loners in the rarefied atmosphere of bullfighters and he made sure he stayed that way with scathing critiques of
his colleagues skill, talent, and artistry. And because his critiques and
insults were so entertaining, he was asked his opinion quite often.
But how, she mused further as she headed toward her office, giving
the statue of the universitys namesake her usual caress, had he made
her feel so funny?



It was the only way she could describe it, with a little tickle in her
belly and a little hitch in her breath and a little tremble in her knees. On
tv, he was dour and his face was quite weathered. In the ring, she
couldnt tell because she was too far away, and wasnt interested enough
to train her binoculars on the toreros faces.
But up close and personal, he was striking in a rather ordinary way,
with clear light brown eyes in a lean and far less weathered facedefined
cheekbones, a strong jaw, and perfectly masculine lips with a hint of a
permanent smile. It was an open face, a happy face. His skin was a light
olive. His black hair fell in loose curls around his ears and over his collar
and, occasionally, across his forehead. Hed been wearing an unstructured
ivory linen suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and tan pigskin
loafers. He was no taller than her five-nine. He was lean and muscular,
whereas Victoria was lush, with perfect curves in all the perfect places.
This was how it should be.
When in street clothes, there was nothing special about him, particularly as compared to the toreros who had side gigs as models and
actors. Emilio Bautista looked like a million other ordinarily striking
men in Andalusia. Which meant he could slip into any crowd and get
lost in a sea of people who looked just like him.
He might be ordinary looking, but he was very clever.
Clever enough to speak immediately and directly to the issue between them as if they were long-time friends whod had a little misunderstanding yesterday that they were eager to clear up so they could get
on with the business of being friends, when in reality, they were
strangers whod spent two weeks stewing over the fact that theyd already metaphysically slammed into each other.
Of course, after Sebastian had told her how the Dragon had reacted
to his description of her, she shouldnt assume hed been stewing, but



his immediate acknowledgment of their very short and mediated relationship made her believe he had.
Dr. LaMontagne, may I carry those for you?
Victoria stopped in the middle of the quad and looked over her
shoulder to see the Dragon only a few steps behind her. Now that she
thought about it, her books were getting rather heavy, so she said, Certainly. Thank you, and dumped them in his arms.
He caught them with a grunt, unprepared for her easy acceptance
nor for how heavy they were. She remained still while he arranged
them, then started toward her office again when he graciously gestured
for her to precede him.
I thought you had a meeting with Sanz?
He grimaced. I was supposed to speak with Kilgore. The minute
you dropped the Draque, it was over. Ive been trying to get a job here
for years. Every year, I get called in for an interview, and every year they
say no.
You speak English?
Very well, though Ive been told its painfully formal.
Can you teach in it?
He rolled his eyes. If I couldnt, I wouldnt bother applying.
She blinked. So whats the problem?
My job. They dont want the publicity, dont want the influx of
students who arent suited for chemistry, dont want the possibility Id
die or get seriously injured in the middle of the term.
I agree that your death or incapacitation might be inconvenient,
but theres an easy way to get around the enrollment issue.
He inclined his head sagely. There are several. Every one of them
has been shot down.
Never gives up even when he should.



That cant be the only thing. The science departments a mess.

Ive heard. Why is that?
She shrugged. Disorganization. The department chair who just rotated in isnt equipped to manage. They had to cancel three sections of
freshman chemistry for fall. If you want the job, but they wont hire
you, its personal.
He shrugged. They like keeping me on a string.
Yes, but why?
I graduated from the University of Sevilla, he said amiably, but I
came from poverty. I was on scholarship the entire time. I thought having graduated at the top of my class, being able to teach in English, and
having money would take care of that.
Covarrubias is old money, Victoria said matter-of-factly. Old
American money and older European money and ancient Asian money.
Old money has standards.
I learned that the hard way.
Except theyre desperate, so that cant be the real problem. Her
eyes narrowed. Answer the question.
He sighed. I may or may not have known Seora Sanz a bit better
than might be considered proper.
Victorias first instinct was to recoil, and she did, but it was funny.
She started to laugh in spite of herself. Go you! Old money loves to go
slumming with new money.
He cast her a glance that could wither stone.
Nailed him. Victoria laughed harder. Oh, thats precious. Spiked
in the neck with your own banderilla.
Im so glad you find this amusing.
She nudged him with an elbow until the corner of his mouth
turned up. Why do you keep trying?



He threw up a hand. I keep thinking someday theyll be desperate

enough. Its a dream. A goal. I cant give up now.
Victoria stopped immediately, her amusement completely gone,
and demanded, Why are you basing your goals on decisions somebody
else has to make?
The Dragon looked at her for many long seconds, his jaw set as if
he were dazed by her sudden mood shift and flummoxed by the question. Uh I dont know, he finally said in an odd tone.
I cant read your voice, she said flatly. Are you angry? Confused?
Is this something that has never occurred to you before?
Yes, he said immediately. I mean, no, its never occurred to me
You have money. Build your own lab.
He closed his eyes with something that might be frustration. Dr.
Victoria, please.
Thank you. Victoria. My goal is to teach, not necessarily to teach
here. Every other university in Andalusia is well staffed and I have no
intention of relocating or commuting beyond that.
Victoria was instantly angry again. Not at him, but at her new chair,
whod made teaching a nightmare the last six months. Trust me, she
growled. You dont want to do that.
How do you know? he snapped.
Were you getting jerked around like this before your imprudent liaison?
Her eyebrows shot into her hairline. Was this liaison imprudent
or targeted?
Neither. Opportunity knocked. On my hotel room door.



Did you know she was Sanzs wife?

She started laughing again. Oh, you are a bastard.
His eyelids lowered and he gave her a slow, wicked smile. You have
no idea.
She turned to walk again, and he stepped in with her easily. And
you still come back to get jerked around. Is this a repeating loop? Rejection affair rejection affair?
His wicked smile turned wry. No. I was angry. I didnt think beyond
the opportunity. And for the record, I made sure she enjoyed herself.
Victoria snorted. Im sure thats what youd like to think.
Are you impugn Never mind.
She bit her bottom lip, but she couldnt help her snickers. Whats
the party line on your qualifications?
Kilgore wants me to quit the ring and then hell consider it. He
doesnt think Im serious.
The rector reports to the board and Sanz is board chairman for
the next three years. But! A word to the wise. Even if you did get it,
youd hate it by the time you got comfortable with your lesson plans.
She cast him a glance. He seemed curious. Possibly intrigued.
Ive been here six years. Ive had to deal with my share of politics.
Backstabbing. The assignment of classes you dont want to teach, knocking you down a peg or two whenever possible, nitpicking. Crap workshops and panels at the conferences. I dont care about that stuff and it
stopped happening when everybody figured out Ill take it all, do it well
and in record time, and not give a hoot about anybody elses opinion.
What I care about is that though Ive been on tenure track all this
time, every year Im passed over. But now its even worse because my



new chair rotated in and he hates me. All of a sudden, theres a new
thing to do constantly. You need to complete this next thing, Dr.
LaMontagne. You didnt tell me I had to do that thing last term. Oh,
its a new requirement. Every time I complete that thing, he finds
something else he wants me to do.
The boards less petty than my chair, but Sanz is the chairman, so
obviously he has more reason to hate you than my chair has to hate me.
Youre never going to get off Sanzs black list. If you quit the ring,
theyd find another thing for you to do. Itd be endless, just to say they
can make you do their bidding.
He said nothing to that, but it appeared he was thinking about it.
Be careful what you wish for, Dr. Bautista, she said. You might
get it.
He snorted suddenly. Im Dr. Bautista now?
I dont want you to call me by that other name, so I suppose I
shouldnt call you by your other name, especially since I ruined this
years interview for you. This is real life.
He grunted his agreement.
What do you do all week? she asked suddenly. Besides train?
He paused, then sighed. I take care of my family.
Her head snapped left, nausea exploding in her belly. Youre married?
No, he drawled, as if hed expected her to jump to that conclusion.
My mother has cancer and my siblings are much younger than I am.
That blew Victorias mind. She couldnt see either of her brothers
or male cousins dropping their lives, their pleasures, to stay home and
take care of their families. If they had families.
She cast him a glance, then started to laugh again.
I see youre not impressed, he said dryly.
She shrugged, still laughing. Guilty. Frilly cherry-print aprons will



chew up your machismo in no time.

Suddenly, it was his turn to laugh. You have no tact whatsoever.
Victoria grinned at him. Not a speck.
You didnt even ask about my mother. Most people do, even
though they dont care.
Im also thoughtless and self-absorbed.
My mother is doing well, he drawled with a broad smile. Thank
you for asking. As it happens, he continued, I do have a lab in which I
spend the better part of my days. Im not exactly, ah The movie,
ah Mr. Mom.
Oh no? Pocket protectors and slide rules, then?
He chuckled. So now you know my conflict with Sanz. What is
She sighed. I have no tact, and Im thoughtless and self-absorbed.
Weve established this.
No, I mean, thats their beef with me. I offend two dozen students
every term and some of them complain loudly enough for Chingmy
chairto get a phone call from mommy or daddy.
The Dragon pursed his lips and shook his head. Theres more to it
than that. You were too angry for someone who doesnt seem interested
in or capable of playing the games.
Victoria blinked, shocked that he would notice. Uh She threw
a thumb over her shoulder. Sanz tells me Ching is recommending I
not only be passed over for tenure again, but that he wants to knock me
down to teaching freshman business English.
She gave him her duh look. I have no idea. I probably insulted him
somehow and instead of saying I hurt his feelings, hes just getting back
at me. I dont know. Kilgore tries to keep him off my back, brushes it



off like it doesnt mean anything, but it does. I dont care that he hates
me, but he interferes with my routine and my pedagogy. Sanzwho
shouldnt be sticking his nose in Kilgores businessdoesnt know me
well enough to judge, hes read some of Chings reports about the way I
teach and is starting to have concerns, and hes not quite sure why my
position is in the international business department anyway.
He gave her an odd look.
I know. Its confusing. I teach American culture for business purposes. Im kind of my own little language trade school. I have sections
on trade-specific jargon. Those get added as business professors request
them. I also teach a section on American slang and profanity, regional
dialects, and accents.
Im in the business department because my students need very specific language skills to get excellent jobs with multibillion-dollar companies all over the world in just about any field they want to go into.
Commercially speaking, I am at the top of the English-as-a-SecondLanguage academic food chain because what I do directly impacts a
students hireability and starting salary potential, and almost all of my
students get jobs immediately.
Uh She waited for him to sort through that. If youre that
good, why are you being passed over for tenure?
She curled her lip. Thats a very good question. I publish. I have
impeccable references. Ive been recommended by some of the top
scholars in my field, and yet, nothing.
But if what youre doing works so well, why does he want you to
This question made her very happy. Because I make it fun. Apparently, good learning only happens when its not fun. Ching hates my
methods and Sanz is inclined to agree because he doesnt recognize the



value of fun and he cant be bothered to audit my classes.

Define fun.
Victoria cast him a brilliant smile, now so very very pleased. I
screen American sitcoms and comedy movies. Well-written ones. Latenight talk shows. I break down all the jokes and explain the obvious,
explain the visual cues and inflections, then explain the subtext. Comedy works because its packed with cultural baggage and nuance you can
remember and apply elsewhere. It cuts learning time by a third at least,
so you get more bang for your buck. You have to make it fun. If its fun,
then it doesnt seem like work. Then she growled. But at this rate, Ill
never make tenure.
He said nothing for a bit and they walked in silence. So youre
planning to stay in Spain? he murmured. You said youve been here
six years. This isnt a sabbatical appointment from a US uni?
The question surprised her, but it shouldnt have, she thought after
a second. The Dragon wasnt part of her life and she doubted Sebastian
would tell him every detail of it. Ive been in Spain seven years, she
said matter-of-factly. Almost eight. Ive been in Sevilla six years and I
cant imagine leaving. I came here on my mission, came back after I finished grad school, and I have no intention of moving away.
Your mission? For your church? Like Sebastian?
She nodded. I fell in love with Spain, everything about it.
Even Covarrubias himself, apparently. Why did you go out of your
way to touch the statue?
She looked over her shoulder at the five-meter-high bronze statue
of Dr. Rafael Covarrubias, the universitys namesake. I dont know,
she mused, then looked at him. You know the story?
He shook his head.
She smiled. You know this school is a cooperative effort of private



US, European, and Asian universities, though, right? With a focus on

the sciences and global commerce and languages? Funded by global
businesses and old family money from seventeen countries?
She threw her thumb over her shoulder. Its because of him. A
Spanish count, teaching mathematics and navigation in Portugal in the
mid-eighteenth century when Spain and Portugal were not cozy. But
he was also an American ally in the Revolutionary War and he had
spent years in Japan when Europeans didnt get in or out of Japan alive.
He was very much a Japanophile. He could speak and write in ten languages fluently. He wrote extensively on his educational and pedagogical philosophies, his view of world commerce, principles of democracy.
Many of his philosophies are still relevant. He was also a feminist and
wrote brilliant rebuttals of treatises that claimed women were inferior
thinkers or leaders. He had at least one female protge that we know
of. Nobody knows her name or what happened to her, though. She
sighed. That always makes me sad.
That you dont know what happened to her?
In specific, yes, but the real problem is that most women get lost to
history, no matter how remarkable they were. Obviously, I dont know if
his protge was remarkable, but if she was, we will never know. And we
dont know if he had any more than that, but we must assume he did.
Protge, the Dragon drawled with amusement. How quaint.
Victoria laughed. That hasnt changed at all, has it?
He died in a bar fight over a woman, didnt he?
Actually, he was killed at sea by a British pirate in the middle of a
war. I highly doubt that involved a woman.
She gasped when she felt herself falling against him, then felt the
scrape of rough stone on her upper arm hard enough to graze her skin.



You also dont watch where youre going, he said dryly, helping
her steady herself after hed jerked her away from the stone water fountain so she wouldnt plow right into it.
She sighed and looked at her scraped upper arm. Guilty again.
Look, she said, putting her hand on her shoulder to show him a tiny
freckle lost in the rest of her freckles. That happened when I was nine.
I have them all over me.
The Dragon gave her a look she couldnt decipher but she felt funny again and decided she did not like feeling funny when she couldnt
put a word to it, when she couldnt connect it to what shed felt for men
in the past.
I got hit by a car once, she continued, not knowing why. I was in
the hospital for a while.
And how did you manage to be in front of a car?
I was chasing a ball.
And didnt look both ways.
Thats it. Anyway, here we are. Do you want to come up to my office for a drink?
And again he looked at her with an expression she couldnt read.
What does that look mean? she demanded.
A drink, he muttered, as if testing her.
She huffed. Yes. I have a whole mini-fridge full of water and soda.
Candy bars, too. Its hot. I was offering some hospitality. I do remember to do that now and again. Im not completely socially inept.
Several sentiments crossed his face, but she didnt know what any
of them meant. Okay, he said warily. Sure.


shed meant what shed said, Emilio thought, stunned as he
stood in her office watching her dig a Coke out of the refrigerator. She
tossed it to him, but he waited to open it until shed opened her own.
She gestured toward a wing chair in front of her desk as she went behind it to flop into her chair and put her feet up.
It was a damned good thing she was wearing trousers because he
did not want to see any more of that luscious skinor anything else
unless he was undressing her and finding every single one of her scars.
Because he was about to jump over that large desk and do that very
He gestured to her feet. You dance?
She scoffed. You have to ask? No. I have ballet shoes custom soled
and dyed for everyday wear so I wont break all my toes and theyll last
for more than three days. Look, she said again, swiveling her chair so
he only saw the top of her red head. Then she stretched her left leg high
in the air so all the pale green cloth fell like a disrobing sculpture model.
The shoe was ombr, from violet at the toe, smoothly lightening to lavender, until the heels were white. Violet ribbons wound tight over her
foot and around her ankles. It did, indeed, look exactly like a ballerinas
shod foot, but his attention was on her long, perfectly curved alabaster
leg, studded in freckles.
She twirled back around and dropped her foot, which landed on



the edge of her desk with a hard thud. I like the look, she said airily,
and Im vain.
Mother of God. He was hard as a rock and he could barely breathe.
Do you want to come up to my office for a drink?
A drink. Literally. She couldnt be that nave, could she? Did she not
understand that was global code for Want to have sex?
So he asked.
Of course I do! She harrumphed. I teach profanity. And comedya lot of it profane so they dont get caught in embarrassing linguistic traps. Why does everything have to be turned into a sexual innuendo?
The question is a straightforward offer of hospitality, and then all of a
sudden it turned into a proposition.
He started when her office door banged open, but she didnt move.
Her body didnt tense. She took a long pull of her soda while looking at
the intruder out of the corner of her eye.
Victoria! a small Asian man barked from the doorway, one hand
on the doorjamb and one on the doorknob, as if he were bracing for a
strong wind. In perfect upper-class Spanish, he demanded, Did you
tell a student today that she was lazy?
Emilio nearly choked.
Of course I did, she said calmly.
Shes in a junior-level class but she doesnt know English well
enough to be there and shes trying to fake it because she doesnt want
to make any effort to improve her English to the level of the class requirements.
You offended her!
Thats not my problem. It wasnt an insult. It was a statement of



And at that moment, Emilio believed it.

It is our problem now, because she is the daughter of a high-placed
government official!
Victoria looked completely bemused. I dont care, she said. Her
fathers probably lazy too.
Emilio started laughing. He couldnt help it. It was utterly surreal,
the conversation in the rectors office, the conversation on the long walk
to her office, and now the look on her face as if she didnt understand
why this was unacceptable.
And who are you? the man snarled, but Emilio was too far gone in
his laughter to be able to answer. He waved toward Victoria.
This is my colleague, Dr. Bautista.
Colleague? I know several Dr. Bautistas around here and he is not
one of them.
He is a colleague because I say he is. We are discussing pedagogy.
Your pedagogy leaves much to be desired!
The glass in the door rattled with the force of the slam.
Emilio was still laughing too hard to speak, so he bent over and
hung his head between his knees to try to catch his breath. He started
to cough.
Thats what I deal with every day, came Victorias voice from just
above him. Are you all right?
He nodded, but took the tissue that suddenly dangled by his ear.
That was my chair. Dr. Ching. Hes a petty little thing. Ha!
This woman was going to be the death of Emilio, he just knew it.
And there was only one way hed rather go out than by laughing himself to deathand he wanted to do it with her.
Finally he calmed enough to straighten, only to see her perched on



her knees on the edge of her desk, looking down at him with detached
She couldnt possibly know how badly he wanted herand not because of her beauty or voice.
Emilio had never met a more delightful woman in his life.
The beautiful mystery bullfight aficionada: Gone.
The velvet-voiced American torch singer: Gone.
The ball-busting cousin of Sebastians: Gone.
Dr. Victoria LaMontagne: Right here in front of him in all her tactless, thoughtless, vain, and self-absorbed glory.
He finally looked up into her eyes, knowing every bit of his infatuation was showing on his face, but his gaze was caught on her silky shell
where it gaped open at the neck. Oh, God, he groaned when he saw
those creamy, freckled breasts cupped perfectly by her lacy pink bra and
a silky chemise.
She looked down, too. Did I spill something on myself? She sat
back on her heels and closely inspected her blouse. Im always spilling
something, she muttered, licking her finger, then rubbing at some spot.
I should not be allowed to wear white.
Her curly red hair spilled over her shoulders and shielded her face
from him. Her breasts bobbed with each impatient flick of a meticulously manicured nail, and her hips flared out from her waist in the
most breathtaking way.
After everything Sebastian had told him, he could never have expected this.
She was so much more than hed imagined.
I dont care how beautiful a woman is, I wouldnt stick around long enough
to figure out a woman like her, either.
Unless he thought that woman worth the work, because this one



would require the patience of a saint and the seduction skill of Don
Juan to get her to notice Emilio in a way other than as a seducer of other mens wives for the sole purpose of revenge, and
Who do you see when you look at me? he asked abruptly.
Her head popped up, and her brow wrinkled. Do you mean which
She shrugged and her mouth twitched in thought. I guess Dr.
Bautista. I mean, in my head, Im thinking Dragon, but thats I
dont know. A mental shortcut. An English one. If I thought of you as
El Draque, in Spanish, I would have introduced you that way. But
She gestured vaguely toward him, up and down. You arent anything
like that guy in the sand on Sunday and the sports section on Monday.
Emilio smiled, pleased. So very, very pleased. Sebastian said you
didnt think much of my bullfighting.
She huffed. I said you werent my favorite. I like Frederico better.
Now he was not quite so pleased. That tactlessness was a doubleedged sword. Why?
Because hes so much worse than you. Hes an underdog. I like underdogs. Im interested in watching him get better.
Emilio listened to this and sat astonished, and said the only thing
that popped in his mind. Hes only eighteen.
Ive seen sixteen-year-olds better than he is, Victoria muttered.
Not an ear to his name.
As well as none! He needs to go back to the novillada. But hes
adorable. And he kills clean.
Emilios eyebrow rose.
Some of the time.



His lids lowered.

Almost never. You, on the other hand, have it down to a science.
Ha! Pun! I know exactly what to expect from you.
Thank you.
She rolled her eyes.
I think?
Knowing exactly what to expect wasnt a compliment, Dr. Bautista.
Note to self: Ask questions until shes clarified everything she says.
Youve been smooth as a babys butt since you were gored three
years ago.
Youre supposed to be smooth, he said, suddenly irritated. Thats
the point.
Yes, but! Your posture isnt quite straight enough when it should be
and your shoulders arent back quite far enough and you dont lean in
quite close enough to the bull. When you go down on one knee, youre
right in his blind spot. When you make the kill, you go a little too far
left and you have to reach for it. Your veronicas are a little too studied,
and I havent seen you do a mariposa in, oh, years. Your faenas are a little
too cautious, the time it takes you to turn the bull a little too long, and
the horns are a little too far away from your legs.
His mouth had dropped open with her first criticism.
Every time Ive seen you, youve left the ring without a drop of
blood on you. Everybody else might like watching a torero do a perfect
Viennese waltz with a bull and leave the ring pristine, as evidenced by
your standings this season, but I dont. I want to see a paso doble, but
now if I want to see a good one, I have to watch Strictly Ballroom. Again.
He stared at her, completely dumbfounded and speechless.
And Ill bet you thought I didnt know my tauromaquia, she
purred wickedly.



She had just ground his ego into sand and spread it out over every
bullring in Spainexactly as Sebastian had describedand all he
could do was start laughing. Again. Would you do me a favor? he
asked between chuckles.
Consider me just Emilio.
Okay, Just Emilio, she said agreeably. Ill tell Leo youre my guest
He was going to die of joy.
Or bleed out from her precision goring.
But her brow wrinkled again. You wont mind that, will you?
Not at all, he said smoothly, only barely able to hold back his
smile. Ill look forward to it.

emilio walked into the house and through the kitchen, where
Consuela was cooking dinner. He slapped her ass as he went by and
caught the roll she threw at his head. He shoved half of it in his mouth
and said, Marry me, Connie.
The old woman growled, but Emilio went through the kitchen
doors and out into the arcade surrounding a courtyard sparkling from
the glint of sunlight on the water in the swimming pool, and shaded by
the lush vegetation surrounding it. He stopped when he saw his mother
in the pool, taking very slow laps across the shallow end. She was struggling, but she was trying, and Emilios heart felt a prick.
Another one.
His heart had holes in it from all the pinpricks it had taken in the
last two years.
She was dying, and he could do nothing about it. A month ago, she
had abruptly refused further chemotherapy and radiation and would
not be swayed.
Emilio! she called, jerking him out of his reverie.
He smiled at her as if he hadnt a care in the world, though she was
pretty much his only real care. Mam, he said. You look better.
It was rote, that you look better, but today, she really did.
She smiled as she backstroked her way across the pool, her eyes closed.
I know. It is amazing what a little fresh air and exercise will do, eh?



Emilio considered that as he watched her. She was happy. Relaxed.

What is your pain level today?
Two, she called lazily. Three, perhaps. If I could sleep in this
pool, I would.
Hm. Would you like a waterbed?
Yes! she breathed. Anything would be better than that hospital
bed that quack has had me in for an eternity. I have cancer. I am not an
Emilio looked upward and cupped his hands. MAX!
Soon enough, his youngest half-sibling leaned over the third-floor
arcade railing. What, he snapped.
He snapped about everything. He was seventeen, just the age to be
a pain in the ass, especially toward a half-brother old enough to be his
Go buy a waterbed and have it delivered to Mams room. A big
one. Get rid of the hospital bed.
No problem, he sneered, then looked at his wrist as if there were a
watch there. Its three oclock.
Emilio shrugged. Do it after siesta. Do it tomorrow. Just get it
Why do you hate Mam?
Max howled and stormed back across the arcade, slamming his bedroom door behind him. His motherstepmother, ratherwho was
now floating in the sun with her eyes closed, chuckled.
Emilio approached the pool, kicked his shoes off, and sat, dropping
his feet and calves into the water as if he werent wearing good clothes,
and watched her.
Dolores Ruiz was only eleven years older than Emilio, having



moved in with his lonely father when Emilio was six to hide from her
abusive husband. But Emilios father was just an unskilled laborer and
his best chance at a decent living was in the army, so Dolores and Emilio had been alone quite a bit. She, being a barely literate country girl
and grateful to have been given shelter, mothered Emilio as if he were
her own, kept their home, and, Emilio supposed, pleased his father
whenever he could come home.
Emilio, whod been four when his mother died in childbirth, had
been so lonely for a mothers company, he had clung to Dolores as if
she were his mother. Emilio was fifteen when his father came home to
stay, and sixteen when his first half-sibling had come along. Hed been
twenty and in college with the second, twenty-three with the third, and
twenty-five with the last. Then his father had been called back out only
to be killed in some skirmish in Catalonia.
Emilio had long since moved out of the house by that time, but because his father had never married Dolores, she had no widows benefits. So Emilio moved back in to take care of her and his siblings. She
had been a light in his world for so long, he would do anything for her.
How was your interview? she asked lazily.
He grimaced. It didnt get that far this time. Although the fact
that he had totally forgotten about it was interesting.
What is on your mind, mi hijo?
Trust her to know something was different about him, but this, he
wanted to keep to himself. Disappointed.
Shed buy that. He went through this every year, and every year he
walked away empty-handed.
You dont sound disappointed.
Maybe she wouldnt buy that. His brow wrinkled. Somebody said
something to me today that made me think. A lot of things, actually.



Why do you base your goals on decisions somebody else has to
She said nothing. The water lapped the sides of the pool. The trees
rustled with the breeze. There were faint household sounds. Maxs
blaring stereo was mercifully muted. Pilar and Cristina werent home
from their classes at the University of Sevilla yet, and Cesar, his twentysix-year-old brother, was at work.
That, Dolores finally said, is a very good question.
Yes, it was. Parts of the rest of the conversation made him wince,
though. Did the doctor come over today?
No, she said cheerfully. He can do nothing since I will not go
back on chemo or radiation, eh? I do not like him anyway.
Emilio was torn about this decision. On the one hand, she was back
to the happy and vivacious mother hed known for most of his life. She
felt good, she looked better than she had in years, and her pain level was
down, managed with some Tylenol every few hours and a joint before
bed. On the other hand, she was dying, and fifty-three was way too
young. Chemo and radiation would extend her life by several years, but
she didnt want to live in such pain and misery, and after watching her
deteriorate with the cure, he couldnt say he blamed her for that. She
would rather find a way to get an overdose of morphine than live that
She also wasnt interested in holistic medicines or anything that
would require her to work to stay alive. Yes, she was only fifty-three, but
she looked seventy. Shed had a hard life, but now, thanks to Emilios
star status, it was a good life, quiet and relaxing, and she wanted to enjoy it. She couldnt do that in a hospital bed puking from the chemo or
nearly comatose from the radiation.



She ate what she wanted, drank what she wanted, smoked what she
wanted, and asked Emilio for anything else she wantedif she thought
of it. After she had once asked his father for shelter, shed very rarely
asked anybody for anything. Dolores gave and gave some more until
shed had nothing left to give because the cancer took.
So despite his misgivings, his grief, his looming sense of loss, Emilio
allowed it and didnt attempt to subvert her wishes in any way. He
hadnt even quietly instructed Consuela to prepare her a special diet.
What was the point?
Emilios watch beeped, and he pulled his feet out of the water. I
have a meeting with my trainer. At which time he would present Victorias complaints about his waltzing. I should be home by supper.
Emilio, Dolores said sweetly. It was the way she said everything.
Who asked you this interesting question?
He hesitated. A professor at Covarrubias. Teaches American English and culture in the international business department.
What is her name?
Trust her to pick out the detail he hadnt given her. Victoria
LaMontagne, he said in resignation.
She clucked her tongue. You must watch for those American girls.
They have no manners.
Emilio barked a laugh. This one has less than none.
But she made you think and she made you smile. I know I will be
very happy with her.

victoria sat on her couch that night with her feet up on the
coffee table and a bowl of stew in her hand, while she watched entertainment news. Then shed have a telenovela marathon while she graded exams.
Next came the usual corrida segment, where everything was about
Toreros Behaving Badly, and nothing was about the corrida de toros itself. She watched it religiously, but now she had a different perspective.
El Draque was today spotted heading into prestigious Covarrubias
University. Our reporters caught him as he came out an hour later.
Victoria rolled her eyes at the lame questions the paparazzi lobbed
at him, some of which were questions pertaining to his colleagues,
which he answered in his carelessly precise and quite vicious fashion.
And the rest were questions pertaining to rumors of his latest lover,
American wild child heiress Yvette Mallery. But he scowled at the reporters and the cameras, said No comment a lot, and ducked into his
car, which squealed away from the pack. Her eyebrows lowered and she
glared at the tv, which had shown a poor imitation of the man shed
met today.
El Draque having a lover was de rigueur, as was the presss dissection
of each and every one of his women. But Yvette was twenty-four, a regular at Leos, escaping from her cold and strict socialite mother. In Victorias opinion, Yvette was immature for her age, lonely, ill-equipped



for the real world, and looking for love in all the wrong places. It manifested in her self-destructive behavior.
Trust a torero to take advantage of her.
The same could not be said for Seora Sanz. She was as opportunistic as El Draque and she was old enough to know the score going in.
Shed married for money and likely what Dr. Sanz objected to was that
hed been cuckolded by El Draque. That would have made news and
embarrassed him. Society was supposed to keep its affairs discreet.
Victoria had never paid attention to such things because that was
what toreros did. She was not personally invested in any torero other
than Frederico, because he was such a cute little boy trying to be a
grownup torero and he amused her. Shed stopped paying attention to
El Draque years ago.
But today she was paying attention and it bugged her. A lot.
Lydia came breezing in the door with takeout, tossed out a hi, and
headed to the kitchen to eat. She had been ravenous the last month or
so, something she had never been in college, but she wasnt gaining
weight. She was losing it, in fact.
Victoria put her feet down and arose to take her bowl into the
kitchen. Are you sick? she asked while Lydia inhaled two stuffed
No, Lydia grunted as she soaked a piece of bread in the seasoned
olive oil the mushrooms had come in. I havent eaten today.
You ate breakfast, Victoria reminded her. A big one, too.
Youre awfully observant all of a sudden, Lydia groused.
Im always observant. I just dont care.
Oh, right. Please resume not caring about my eating habits.
No, seriously, I want to know. Why are you eating like theres no
tomorrow? Theres something wrong with you.



Lydia slammed her hand down on the table. There is nothing wrong
with me! Mind your own business!
And bitchy, too.
Im pregnant.
Victorias bottom lip dropped open. Oh.
Yes, I know what youre thinking, she said snidely. Im a slut. A
whore. Having a baby out of wedlock, with a guy I knew a whole week.
Yes, Im a sinner.
Um no, Victoria said absently, worrying her bottom lip with
her fingertips because Lydia knew very good and well Victoria didnt
apply such labels. So now she was confused. I dont, um, see you
As a slut? she snapped.
No, Victoria answered, and tried again. You dont enjoy sex, so I
dont understand why you keep doing it.
Lydias fork clattered on her plate where she dropped it, and she gaped
at Victoria. Why in Gods name would you think I dont enjoy sex?
You didnt in college.
That brought her up short. You didnt seem to notice in college.
I noticed. I just didnt say anything. You were always crying when
you came home. What was I supposed to think? I wouldnt keep doing
stuff that made me cry.
Lydia closed her eyes and her fist at the same time. Her chest was
heaving and Victoria didnt know if she was trying to control her temper or her tears or what. Victoria wasnt good with these situations,
which was why shed never said anything in the five years she and Lydia
had been roommates.
I love him, she whispered, then gulped. But I shouldnt. I have no
basis for love. Or what I think it means. We had a week together.
On the run in the back alleys of Manhattan. Hunted. Hunting. It was



just stress. Battlefield comfort. He said he loved me, but a guy like
thathe doesnt love. He uses and leaves. Not even Sebastian can tell
me he wouldnt get restless after a while and go looking elsewhere. Sebastian knows Jack too well.
Emilio Bautista.
Victoria shook her head. Soooo what are you going to do about
the baby?
I dont know, she whispered. I just dont know.
Victoria didnt know what to say to that, and she had nothing to offer, so she watched and waited.
Lydia took a deep breath. I came home crying in college because Id
convinced myself the guy loved me, but he didnt. Even if it was good, it
got spoiled once I faced facts. I would go begging for love, but got
laughed at. I was nothing. So I stopped doing that. But then I did.
Again. With Jack. After Id had so many years of being careful to avoid
situations like thatand being happy not having all that drama! And
now Im sitting here telling you I love him when its the same as its always been. At least I didnt tell him I loved him.
But you had relationships.
Not good ones. I had no role models. I grew up in a tenement with
an ancient Cuban showgirl stuck in her pre-Castro glory days and a
drag queen, playing piano in a bathhouse where nobody loves each other
and relationship is a dirty word. Oh, that was a story, all right, and
Victoria never got tired of hearing it. I have no idea how to have a relationship with a man.
But Ive never gone out on more than two or three dates with anybody.
You have no tact, you cant be bothered to learn some social niceties,
and you dont listen to what your dates say. Or you dont remember.



I listen! Victoria protested. And I remember. I just dont care.

Lydia barked a harsh laugh. Thats so much better! Your looks get
you the date. Your mouth gets you stranded on the roadside. If you get
a second or third date its because the guys trying to fix your brain so
he can be the one to thaw your ice vagina.
Victoria nodded her agreement.
I wish I had your problem, Lydia muttered resentfully, then went
back to her tapas.
Which problem?
The one where youre never horny. Ice vagina.
Its not a problem, Victoria said.
Okay, then I wish I had your blessing. Or gift. Or whatever you
people call it. That way, my brain wouldnt keep letting my clit decide
what love is because my brain doesnt know and my clit has terrible
Victoria looked down at the table and tried to cut through the sudden jumble of her thoughts. Something didnt feel right.
Victoria looked up at her cute friend, with a mop of old-gold curls
and blue-gray-purple eyes. She was no stunner, but she did a thing with
her eyes that made men do whatever she wanted them toexcept love
What what?
Somethings bothering you.
Yes, something was, but she didnt know what. Whats it like, she
blurted, when a man touches you and then all of a sudden, youre in
bed together?
Lydia sighed. Youve only asked me that a hundred thousand
times. I. Dont. Know. If youre attracted to him, its a tingly feeling. I



guess. Sometimes, it hits you right between your legs. But thats never
happened to you and at this point, itd take someone pretty spectacular
to make it happen for you.
Victoria huffed. I want to know what the girl is feeling. Purple
prose and falling off cliffs and going over edges and stupid metaphors
like that are not helpful.
Thats because its totally indescribable. She paused. Get a Penthouse Letters.
Those dont help. Theyre all from the guys point of view.
Then go rent a video.
My sister-in-law gave me some instructional videos, but without a
partner, its pointless.
You know what? Go get a book and learn how to masturbate.
I tried that. I was itchy and irritated for a week.
Then you werent doing it right.
I followed the instructions!
And that was the end of the conversation because Lydia dug into
her food again, and Victoria knew her well enough to know she was
beyond irritated. Victoria might have pressed her anyway, but it was a
waste of time to badger her when she was that irritated.
She arose and started toward the bedroom.
Wait, Lydia said around a mouthful of something. Victoria
stopped and looked over her shoulder. Did you meet a guy? Because
you only ask this when you meet a guy who can keep up with you and
youre so thrilled you dont pay attention to anything else.
Victoria shrugged. Yeah, I did. But hes about as close to marriage
material as Jack. All he wants is to get me into bed.
Lydia looked at her suspiciously. He let you know that up front?



He didnt come out and say it, but he wasnt trying to hide what he
Lydias eyebrows rose. And you didnt tell him to go pound sand?
Victoria pursed her lips in thought. Not for that. I did rip him
up one side and down the other for something else, though, and he
thought it was funny.
Did he know you were serious?
Victoria nodded. He was laughing at himself.
Lydia said nothing for a few seconds as she turned that over. Huh.
Thats different. So hes intelligent and interesting and can laugh at
himself. Which means youll keep him around to entertain you until
you have to pull out the baseball bat.
Victoria nodded sadly. Yeah. As usual.
Whats his name?
Emilio. She paused. Bautista.
Lydia choked. That Emilio Bautista?
Victoria grimaced. That one.
Oh my God! You dont do anything halfway, do you?
Its a Dunham family trait, she muttered.
She released a low whistle. You might want to watch out for that
one, Vic. Even I can see theres something about him thats
Lydias eyebrows shot into her hairline. Uh I was going to say
charismatic, but that makes me think if anybody could thaw your ice
vagina, it might actually be him.
Victoria sniffed. No man I find interesting who is also willing to
think about marriage can do it. Thats the problem. And Emilio Bautista is about as far from marriage as he is the moon.
Lydia pursed her mouth in commiseration. Some things never



change. You and I havent lived together for seven years and were still
two sides of the same coin.
Yeah. But you know what? Somewhere in there, I gave up and Im
happy with talking to interesting men. Im thirty-two. Im a virgin. If
you have to die a virgin, then an ice vagina is a very handy thing to
Aint that the truth.


emilio was shocked at the treatment he got Saturday night once
hed arrived at Leos. The bouncer wasnt any more gracious than he
had been the last time, and Leos gregarious greeting was forced, but he
was seated one terrace-step above the dance floor tables, just off the
middle aisle, where hed be able to see Victoria well, but still remain
somewhat inconspicuous.
Howd you manage this? Sebastian muttered as he sank into the
club chair opposite Emilio.
Magic, Emilio whispered, eyes wide and fingers waving.
Asshole. Cut the jazz hands and glitter fingers.
Emilio chuckled and sipped at his Scotch. Soon enough, their table
was filled with things Emilio hadnt had since he left Texas years ago:
fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, Texas sheet cake,
apple pieand an ice-cold pitcher of milk.
He sighed happily. I will have Connie expand the menu. Your
mother cooks like this, no?
Sebastian nodded. Ill get you the recipes.
The jazz band played and the diners dined and a few couples
Speaking of mothers, hows yours? Sebastian asked around a
mouthful of food.
Better, Emilio said. He looked at Sebastian. She spends hours in
the swimming pool now. Smokes a joint.
Good way to work up an appetite.



She is also spending time catching up with my siblings, things she

missed when she was dazed by the chemotherapy. Knitting. She is doing all the things she could not do when she was at the hospital four
days a week. I bought her a waterbed. She has slept through the night
every night since she has had it. She wakes up as if nothing is wrong.
Sebastian grunted. Maybe she does know better than the doctors.
What she knows is that she is at peace, and she wants to enjoy her
last days.
Last days may be an illusion.
From your lips to Gods ears.
Dragon! trilled a female voice from across the room. Emilio
groaned. The redheadshe was no Victoriapulled a chair from another table and plopped herself down next to him. She leaned against
him and petted his arm. I havent seen you in three weeks, she pouted,
stroking up and over his shoulder.
I was invited to abstain from attendance, he said matter-of-factly,
ignoring her proximity and continuing to eat.
She began threading her fingers through his hair, caressing his ear
with a finger. Her other hand was fondling his shirt studs.
But youre here now, so can I expect another night like the last one?
Her hands stilled, and her face was carefully blank. Oh, she said
carefully. I thought
We discussed this. No more.
She paused. You were serious?
Yes, Yvette, I was serious.
She looked around, her face a little flushed. But
He sliced the air with his hand. No more, he repeated, then pointed at her sternly. I told you why as kindly as possible and in private so



that I would not embarrass you. You may embarrass yourself all you
wish, but you will not embarrass me, particularly when I am Velvets
She gasped.
Sebastian groaned.
Emilio looked pointedly down at Yvettes hands, which were still
upon his person.
She stood with a snarl and slapped him. Then she picked up his
Scotch and threw it in his face.
Sebastian was snapping his fingers for the bouncers and matre d
before Emilio could reach for a napkin. Yvette was dragged out kicking
and screaming, and the matre d whispered that Emilio could refresh
himself and change into a complementary tux in one of the hotel bedrooms upstairs.
He almost snorted. Nobody booked rooms at Leos for a good
nights sleep.
Thank you, Emilio said graciously, and followed the waiter out.
The room was generically lovely. Generically elegant. Generically masculine. The bed was a generically ornate four-poster big enough for four
people at once. He was quite sure it had held more than that.
But he stopped and looked at it speculatively. The counterpane was
navy. The pillows and shams were white but glittering ice blue in the
light. He walked over to it and ran his hand gently over the silk, then
lifted the duvet to see white sheets in the finest cotton.
I should not be allowed to wear white.
What he wouldnt give to dress Victoria in white Egyptian cotton
and navy silk.
Emilio was a patient man, but hed need more than he had to seduce a woman who thought a man blatantly staring down her blouse at



her breasts was concerned about a soup stain. And there was still the
matter of Seora Sanz. His lip curled.
Sebastian was right, he thought as he took off his coat, tie, and shirt
to clean his face and chest in the bathroom sink. He came back into the
room to find a tux waiting for him on the bed. There were very few experienced men in the world whod put up with her for long if all they
wanted was sex. And Mormon boys Definitely not.
He remembered Sebastian when hed first abandoned his mission,
twenty years old, a virgin, ignorant as the day he was born and scared of
his dicks shadow. No, a boy like the one Sebastian had been then
regardless of religionwould give up before he started.
He stood in front of the mirror and meticulously tied his fresh bow
tie, wondering exactly why he liked Victoria, especially after shed thoroughly shredded him in several ways. For reasons that had nothing to
do with her beauty, he wanted to be around for the next idiotic, wonderful, straightforward, utterly tactless thing that came out of her
mouth, even if he was on the receiving end of it. However, to do that
and keep his sanity, he would have to customize his expectations of
peoples behavior to her. That might take a while.
Victorias set was still thirty minutes from beginning when he returned to his table. He had new food, hot, on a table that had been
cleaned and reset.
I do love this place, he murmured.
How, Sebastian asked tightly, did you end up on her guest list?
Did she not tell you? Emilio purred with a raised eyebrow, ecstatic
about that.
Never mentioned it. Once. In the last three weeks.
You have been bouncing around London, Brussels, and The
Hague for the last three weeks.



Emilio debated telling him something outrageous, but went with
the truth, boring as it was. The boring truth was totally believable. No,
Coincidence. Do you remember I told you I had an interview
scheduled at Covarrubias? We ran into each other at the rectors office.
She was leaving. I was coming in. Crash.
Oh, Sebastian said after a second or two. And she didnt take
your head off?
No. She was actually quite gracious.
Sebastian snorted. Now I know youre lying.
Emilio sighed. Gracious for her. We talked for about an hour. It
did not take long for me to grasp how different she is. She mentioned
that my technique was perfect.
I do not believe for a minute she said that.
I was flattered until she clarified that in my perfection, I was boring her and she would rather watch a campy dance movie for the sixteenth time than watch me put my cowardice on display. Frederico is
her favorite because he is currently the torero most likely to be fatally
gored this season.
Sebastian started laughing.
Furthermore, she somehow managed to deduce that the universitys objection to me was a bit more complicated than the cape.
Dont tell me you told her.
Emilio sighed and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. Sebastian
laughed even harder. She said, Go you! Old money loves to go slumming with new money. Of course, she said it in Spanish, so it loses
something in the translation, but I doubt the finer points escaped her. I
cannot say you exaggerated her disposition.



Sebastian could barely breathe by this time, but Emilio ate calmly
until Sebastian could speak again. And yet youre here. After that.
Men have dumped her for less than that.
I find her fascinating, hilarious, and utterly delightful, Emilio said
More laughter. Um well You may get along with tienne just
fine, then. Hes just like her. Except hes married with kids.
Emilio grunted. His wife must be very patient.
No, actually, shes manic-depressive, but shes got a head for
schedules. She manages his life and thinks its funny. He manages her
mood swings and considers it a privilege to do so.
That is a match made in psychiatric heaven.
Actually, yes it is.
Emilio pursed his lips and looked at Sebastian slowly. There must
truly be someone for everyone, eh?
Dont try to convince me youd stand by her forever and ever,
amen. I told you she only dates for marriage.
He shrugged. I am not averse to marriage. I am averse to marriage
with any woman I have ever fucked, including Miss Mallery, who wants
much more than sex.
Shes an heiress. What else could she possibly want?
Sebastian started.
Emilio nodded. She is doing it badly, though, which I told her. In
fact, I ended our liaison by giving her the same lecture I give my sisters.
I also told her she was too young for me and that I would not have sex
with her again.
She obviously didnt believe you.
And as much as I pity her, that is none of my concern. I gave her



good advice, to which she will listen or not. Dismissing her that way
was a kindness.
Hm. Youre not as much of an asshole as you used to be.
My sisters started dating.
Emilio folded his napkin and slunk down in his club chair to relax
and watch Dr. Victoria LaMontagne flex and stretch her vocal cords.
He was eager to find out how different it would be to hear her tonight
with his entire perspective on Velvetand his mystery womanso
drastically changed.
She came strutting out with the assurance of a woman who knew
she was the most beautiful one in the roomany room. Any time.
There was a soft gasp that ran through the audience, and Emilio was
not unaffected.
Her evening gown was white but dripping with long iridescent
beads that glinted ice blue. Emilio glanced at Sebastian. You have the
same color eyes.
A lot of us do, Sebastian replied.
When he turned his attention back to the stage, she was looking at
him with a smile that reached down and grabbed his It was then he
saw shed lifted her skirt only enough to show him one of her balletslipper-clad feetlightly en pointe. Navy. He laughed.
She winked at him, then she dropped her hem and walked away to
begin her opening patter.
Emilio, Sebastian said thoughtfully, Im warning you
Yes, yes. She is vicious. So youve said, but it does not apply to me.
Oh, because you spent an hour with her?
It was all I needed to get on her guest list and a public reference to
our conversation, no? In spite of my faux pas regarding Sanzs wife.



I grew up with her. I know what Im talking about. That, what she
just did? So far as I know, thats more attention than she paid to the last
dozen men she went out with combined.
If your goal is to frighten me, you are failing.
Im telling you that if you get in too deep with her, she will reach
into your chest, take your heart out, and eat it.
Emilio grinned. I am in love with her already.
Sebastian waved a hand in defeat and relaxed into his chair. All
right. You know better than I do. Got it. But dont say I didnt warn

if he werent such a cynic, Emilio thought as he almost lay in his

chair, lulled into drifting in and out of consciousness, hed swear he was
in love with her.
It wasnt an insult. It was a statement of fact.
But now that he knew a little bit of the real woman, he could hear it
in her singing, how very shallow it was. No pain. No heartbreak. No
Emilio had never suffered at the hands of a woman or a failed relationship, but his mother was dying, and he figured that gave him a better handle on pain than she had.
She also had no handle on sex. No knowledge. She didnt understand the words to half the lyrics she sang. It was her skill that hid it
from her audience. She started in on Peel Me a Grape
Hop when I holler, skip when I snap. When I say, do it, jump to it
which amused Emilio to no end because the song reflected the
lovely Dr. LaMontagne perfectly. But she wasnt aware enough of the
sexual nuance to put her ego behind it and pile on the subtext. And



because it was lighthearted, the audience would rather dance than inspect her music for what wasnt there.
It was when she got to Popsicle Toes
Id like to feel your warm Brazil and touch your Panama
that he sighed, opened his eyes, and sat up.
Whats wrong with you? Sebastian groused.
She is not there in the music, he muttered as he picked over his
plate for leftover morsels.
Sebastian said nothing for a few seconds. You can hear that?
I have spoken with her, remember.
Does this ruin your whole Velvet experience?
Yes, Emilio said, but it does not matter, because I have spoken
with her, remember. I doubt she would mind having a male friend who
finds her charming, now, would she?
Sebastian slid him a suspicious glance. Friends.
Emilio tilted his head and gave Sebastian a cocky grin. Friends is
the magic word for women like her.
The set wound down and Victoria thanked the guests, reminding
them she had two more sets after the break. But instead of disappearing
backstage, she went to the edge of the stage. Emilio! she hissed, gesturing for him to come help her down.
I do not believe what I am seeing, Sebastian breathed as Emilio
immediately arose and crossed the smallish dance floor. He reached up
to grasp her around her perfectly nipped waist to pick her up and put
her gently on her feet in front of him.
With any other woman, Emilio would have let her slide down his
front right before he kissed her. But even if he had gone in for a kiss, he
wouldve gotten his nose bashed when she immediately bent over to
shake out her skirt.



She straightened just as fast and gave him that blinding smile.
Thank you! she said in Spanish, although one of Leos house rules
was English-only. Im so glad you came.
He was about to come right then and there, but he only said,
Thank you for inviting me.
Well? she said expectantly.
Emilio considered her for a second or two, debating what to say.
Finally, he dove headfirst into his first mistake. You need practice.
Her mouth dropped open.
Youre a lyric mezzo-soprano, he continued, but youre using
your head voice to hit the high notes instead of pulling from your diaphragm. Your vibrato is faint, but I cant tell if you dont have one and
youre trying to force it, or if youre lazy.
Lazy, she said amiably enough. Nobody cares.
That was not the response hed expected. Encouraged, he forged
on. If that were your only problem, youd be fine. But its not.
Well, whats my worst problem? she demanded.
Youre not feeling it, he said flatly.
Her expression collapsed into confusion. Not feeling what?
You dont have a clue what youre singing. You have no depth. You
sound studio-perfect, which makes me suspect youre lip syncing. Theres
nothing of your personality in your inflections or interpretation. No passion. In short, youre very smooth. Like a Viennese waltz.
She snickered, but plopped her hand on her hip, crooked a finger
over her top lip, and stared at the floor. Hm. That is a problem. I need
to figure out how to fix that.
He couldnt have begged for a better opening.
I know exactly how you can fix it, Emilio said warmly, edging
closer to her.



She lifted her head and smiled at him in curiosity, her long false
eyelashes fluttering at him just above those ice blue eyes. How?
Make love with a man who knows what hes doing.
Her smile faded and she heaved a great sigh. Not possible. Im frigid.
Uh huh, Emilio drawled, trying not to burst out laughing.
Again the smile. Oh, Im sure youd be able to tell, if anybody
He shifted just a little bit toward her again. Yes, I would, he
purred, getting closer until her perfect breasts were brushing his lapels
because she didnt budge.
Her smile never faltered, she didnt blush, and her eyes never
strayed. Ill get a voice teacher.
Youre not going to be able to put the passion in it by yourself,
voice coach or not. The only solution to your problem is experience.
You sound innocent. And in a place like this, the juxtaposition is a little
too surreal. She blinked. He leaned in and purred, And Ill bet you
thought I didnt know anything about vocal performance.
She started to laugh, her smile broad, a dimple appearing in her
Thoroughly elated by her unexpected reaction, he whispered,
Spiked in the neck with your own banderilla, eh, Dr. LaMontagne?
How precious.
She clapped her hands over her mouth and nose to muffle her
squeal of delighted laughter, her body quaking, her eyes sparkling above
her meticulous manicure.
It was a harsh whisper, coming from behind the curtain. She
turned away from Emilio, and he leaned left a little to blatantly



inspect the perfection of her freckled back, exposed from nape to

waist. He could barely keep himself from caressing the entire length.
Then her beads clinked softly when she swirled back to him. I have
to go, she said breathlessly. Leos mad at me now.
Emilio was quite sure Leo was mad at her. Why? he asked anyway
to keep her for a few seconds longer.
Oh, because I invited you, and Im standing here talking to you.
Better not keep him waiting then. Dont want to get you fired.
She swirled away from him again, but cast a broad grin over her
shoulder as she scurried off the dance floor. He stepped toward his seat,
only to see half the guests staring at him as if hed grown two heads.
Sebastian was slouched in his chair, his face in his palm, shaking his
head laboriously.
Emilio just smirked and sauntered to his place. He shifted his trouser legs up with an arrogant flick, shot his cuffs out, sank slowly into
the leather chair, propped one ankle on his knee, and signaled for a cigar. It was as he was blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling, he finally
So. Taight. What were you saying about my broken heart?

victoria saw emilio waiting for her at the back entrance when
her night was over and shed changed into a simple pair of floaty navy
shorts and equally floaty white blouse. She didnt bother to hide her
smile. Hola!
Hola, he said low, offering her his arm.
She took it, ecstatic that her rudeness hadnt made yet another intelligent and oh, so very clever and interesting man walk away without a backward glance. Then again, he was so clever, hed turned her scathing critique
of his bullfighting back on her in a way that made her even happier.
My drivers waiting, he murmured. May I give you a ride home?
Leos driver takes me home.
Ah, I see. I thought I would offer.
You know what? Ill tell him to go away.
All right.
Victoria scurried back up the hallway, into the employee entrance
to find
Velvet! someone shouted. We got trouble!
She turned to find the voice. What kind? she yelled back.
Paparazzi, front and back. Leo is pissed.
Crud, Victoria muttered, then turned and sprinted out to the hall
and down toward Emilio. Dont open that door! she cried when he
put his hand on the handle. Paparazzi.



Emilio let it go immediately, but instead of panicking, he strolled

toward her and simply said, Phone?
She pointed down a well-disguised hall opposite the employees
door, and she stood waiting for him, her hands propped on her hips
and her toe tapping the floor impatiently. When he returned, he was
still calm and inspecting his cuffs. Well go out the side door.
There is no side door.
He smiled slowly at her and there was that funny thing again.
Fluttery. A tickle. She thought she should probably get used to that
because she didnt think it was going away any time soon. Yes, there
is, he said smoothly and offered his arm again. I, he said conspiratorially as he led her through a few hallways shed never been interested
enough to explore, get the blueprints of every establishment I frequent
or plan to frequent, and find all possible exits.
Victoria, attempting to calm her racing heart from being almost
caught and having her privacy invaded, finally said, I guess youd know
this stuff, too.
Yes, he purred. I know a lot of things.
For your information, I do catch all the sexual things you throw at
I doubt that, he retorted.
In case you havent noticed, Im beautiful. I get it all the time.
She waited with bated breath to find out what hed say to that, and
he merely slid her a glance and a smirk. You havent gotten it the way
Im going to give it to you.
She groaned and jerked away from him. Emilio! I didnt invite you
here for that. I was hoping we could be friends.
Oh? I was under the impression you were hoping Id fall weeping
at your feet to praise your performance. Or drop to my knees in front



of you to spout poetry to your beauty.

Victoria clucked. Well, of course I did!
His eyes narrowed and he leaned toward her a little. Because thats
what friends do, he whispered.
He had a point. But still. Hrmph.
He started to laugh, and turned away to continue the trek without
her. Come, Professor, he called from an increasing distance away from
her. Lets end the evening, eh? My corridas in Zaragoza tomorrow and
I assume you have church.
She huffed and scurried after him. Why are you being so difficult?
she demanded when she caught up to him.
Im not the difficult one, he said smoothly as he opened a door to
their right, which led to a staircase. He gestured for her to go down.
She did, but huffed all the way down. He was difficult. And he did
think she was beautiful. He had to. Everybody did.
Turn right.
After a few turns, eventually, they emerged onto a narrow cobbled
foot street on the opposite side of the block, from a door in a faade
that looked like every other house on this street.
Oh, she said, surprised. It was quiet, and softly lit by lanterns
hanging off the buildings. That was normal for Sevilla. What wasnt
normal was a man in a tux traversing it at three oclock in the morning
with his date. You know why I know tauromaquia. How do you know
vocal performance?
He shrugged. Standard humanities class my freshman year in college. I fell in love during the opera section. I used to go quite often, but
I havent had much time in the last few years.
Do you sing?
He laughed. Not a note. I am an aficionado.



Musicals too?
He nodded. I have a large and eclectic music collection, and, he
said, sliding a glance at her, I am particularly drawn to mezzosopranos.
She tskd. How original.
He gave her a warm smile. I wanted to hear you sing live because
youre a mezzo-soprano.
She smiled at him, pleased and even more fluttery. My mother
wanted me to study opera.
Oh? Why didnt you?
Too much effort for something I had no intention of pursuing as a
career. Jazz is the only thing I want to sing. For one thing, its more forgiving and Frederica von Stade I am not. For another, I find nightclubs
like Leos to be terribly romantic.
He made note of that. What is it about Leos specifically?
The dress code. She wasnt sure why she told him that, since it
was something shed always kept to herself, so she didnt elaborate. She
shrugged. I dont like the cigarette smoke, though. It might be a hobby,
but I dont want my voice wrecked. Leo has fans to keep it away from
me and nobodys allowed to smoke backstage anyway.
Ah. Did you forget your dress? he asked as they continued to
stroll along. He liked to stroll, apparently, when she would have preferred to get where they were going.
Oh, its not mine, she answered. Leos dresses me and the other
singers. The clothes belong to the club.
He stopped and took her hands, spreading them wide to inspect
her. There are freckles on your knees, he observed.
Yes, and they are very cute.
His eyebrow rose, but he didnt answer. She bent over at the waist



to see what else he was observing. He nudged the flat end of her ballet
shoe with the toe of his dress shoe. You dont dance at all? he murmured.
She paused. I tried. Took lessons, I mean. Flamenco. I wasnt
very good.
How long were you taking lessons?
Three years.
She grimaced. I was still in the beginner class when I was encouraged to consider different artistic pursuits.
He burst out laughing, and pulled her into his arms for a giant hug.
She sighed happily, particularly when he laid his big warm hand on the
small of her bare back, where her blouse dipped, and stroked upward.
She shivered and closed her eyes, propping her chin on his shoulder
and pulling him closer.
Do that again, she breathed.
Her eyes popped open and she pushed him away. Why not? she
Because you dont understand why Im doing it.
Yes I do, but your arousal is not my problem. Do it again.
Dear God, he groaned and rubbed his forehead. Youre going to
kill me. She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand and
shook his head. Not another word.
She snapped her mouth shut, uncertain of his mood. In only a minute or two of walking, they emerged onto a quiet residential street
where a large black sedan awaited them. He opened the door for her,
then slid in after her. Tell him your address, Emilio murmured absently, and she obeyed while he patted his pockets down.



Thats quite far away, he remarked around the cigar he was lighting. Not in a very good neighborhood, either.
Its cute, she said. And cheap. I am possibly the most frugal
woman youve ever met.
That would explain the shade seats every Sunday for six months
out of every year, he returned dryly. And the wardrobe. And the manicure. And the custom shoes.
She sniffed. Okay. Possibly not the most.
Somehow, and Victoria wasnt quite sure how it happened, she arrived home curled up next to Emilio, half asleep with her head on his
shoulder, and his arm around her. He had a glass of Scotch in his other
hand and a cigar between two fingers, but cigars didnt bother her nearly as much as cigarettes. At this moment, it wasnt pleasant but it wasnt
unpleasant enough to demand he put it outespecially when she was
so comfortable.
He thanked her for a wonderful evening, then allowed his driver to
hand her out of the car and escort her into her building, up three flights
to her apartment.
She heaved a disappointed sigh as she undressed for bed.
He was tired of her already.


tuesday morning, emilio strode into his lab only to come face to
face with a giant of a man who looked quite familiar roaming around
the rooms, picking things up, inspecting Emilios notes, and generally
acting as if he owned the place. He had wavy red hair past his shoulders, a star tattoo on the left side of his neck, and large gold hoop earrings. He was wearing oxblood leathers, Doc Martens, and a loose
white linen peasant shirt. His wrists were also tattooed. The gold filigree ring on his left hand was studded in rubies and so wide it covered
his ring finger from knuckle to knuckle.
He had ice blue eyes.
On Emilios lab sofa lounged Sebastian, looking put-upon.
He shouldnt be surprised, but now he was going to have to deal with
the male version of Victoria. Without warning, much less preparation.
Oh, joy.
Buenos das, he said.
The pirate didnt look up and didnt stop what he was doing. Bon
jour, he muttered absently, flipping through Emilios current work in
Make yourself at home, Emilio said caustically in English.
Merci, the pirate returned vaguely.
Emilio looked at Sebastian who shook his head wearily and rolled his
eyes. Either the man hadnt caught Emilios sarcasm or he didnt care.



Emilio was betting on the latter.

You are here to interview me, I will surmise? Emilio asked casually
as he made himself comfortable in his desk chair, leaning back and
clasping his hands behind his head. He thunked his loafer-clad feet on
the desktop.
Oui, he said, still absently, leaning closer to the lab table and
squinting at what must be some tiny writing. In French-accented English, he said, I hear youre dating my sister.
S, Emilio agreed. She, however, is not dating me.
tienne LaMontagne barked a laugh.
He continued to roam and Emilio continued to watch him in silence, curious as to how he worked. There were notebooks everywhere,
and tienne flipped through every one of them, then stopped on a project Emilio had begun four weeks ago.
Have you made any of this? he asked suddenly, his finger tapping
the pages.
Let me see it.
Dutifully, Emilio arose and went to a cabinet, pulling out a beaker
full of liquid that looked like antifreeze. He set it in front of tienne
and leaned on the table to watch.
Get me some bearings. Gears.
He had those, too, and had been wondering how soon tienne
would ask for them. Emilio signaled to Sebastian to help him fetch
them from the back room. There were trays and trays of bearings in
various casings scavenged from mechanics and meticulously cleaned
before being submersed in Emilios goo. There were even more trays
of different types of cog-and-wheel assemblies pulled from clocks, engines, bicycles, and anything else Emilio could think of. He wasnt an



engineer; he was a chemist. But chemicals had to have an application,

and Emilio had to find those things they were to be applied to.
tienne inspected each casing carefully, took the bearings out,
played with them, rolled them in his palm, dumped them in a Petri dish
and swirled them around.
There were a lot of hmms and uh huhs and nuh uhs.
He spoke abruptly again. Can you thin this out without losing its
Okay. Youre hired. Sebastian.
Paperwork will be here by Friday, he intoned. Machine specs are
over there. He pointed to a cardboard tube three feet long and almost
that big around, standing just inside the labs front door.
Clear all this off, tienne ordered imperiously, gesturing to Emilios largest table, scattered with beakers, test tubes, Bunsen burners,
microscopes, and all the regular sorts of items one would expect to find
in a chemists lab.
Emilio shrugged and obeyed. It wasnt as if he was doing anything
else today.
Why do you base your goals on decisions somebody else has to make?
Or ever.
What did he have to lose by putting his patents and talents to work
in commercial ventures that came to him, instead of the other way
The plans were rolled out, and tienne went into the specifics of
what he needed, why, and where. Emilio simply took notes and listened, even though the session was being recorded.
And as they went along, Emilio grew more and more impressed
with the mans genius. LaMontagne knew he was a genius, and he



expected Emilio to be one too. tiennes wife, so Emilio gathered, was

apparently the impetus for this design, and she, tienne said offhandedly, was a visionary. He couldnt bear to disappoint her by not
being able to carry out her vision. And tienne had a hard time keeping
chemists who could concoct the lubricants, coolants, and catalysts appropriate for the machines he designed to power her buildings.
Thus, Emilio supposed he should be flattered to have earned
tiennes approval, but he wasnt.
Then tienne stopped talking and looked up at Emilio expectantly,
the same way Victoria had looked at him Saturday night, waiting for
compliments he hadnt given her.
I can have the formula finalized and ready for mass production by
next Friday, Emilio said.
tiennes jaw dropped, and then Emilio felt smug. Thats it? Thats
all you have to say?
What did you expect me to say?
He expects you to tell him what a genius he is, Sebastian drawled.
Possibly also how pretty he is.
Emilio chuckled. No.
tienne looked almost affronted, but only said, I havent even given
you the deadline yet.
Emilio gestured toward Sebastian. He said you were behind
Not that behind it. Are you sure you dont need more time? This
cannot fail.
I have been working on the prototype for four weeks, based on the
specs you faxed to me. Even if I had not been, this project is not difficult. However, you will have to arrange for mass production.
tienne studied him closely for a long moment, narrowing his eyes



and looking at him suspiciously. Youre normal, he accused.

Sebastian laughed.
Emilio simply nodded.
I didnt know normal people could do these things. Normal people
dont make the engine of the world run.
Emilio lifted an eyebrow. Ah, but did you not just hire me to make
your engine run? It would seem the engine of the world cannot run
without me.
tienne pursed his lips. Touch. I like you.
I cannot reciprocate at the moment.
Suddenly tienne laughed.
He actually could reciprocate, but Emilio found it oddly refreshing
that he could say what he was thinking to both twins without fear of it
being taken personally or hurting their feelings or offending them. And,
he realized, neither of them could turn off the spigot because they
didnt understand what it was like to take offense.
This was not a changeable character trait, so if Emilio wanted a relationship with either of these people, the onus was on himthe normal oneto do the majority of the work.
Do you have other siblings? he asked suddenly.
Oui. Three older. Two younger.
Are they all like you and Victoria?
No, he snapped.
Emilio decided not to pursue that. I will have my attorney peruse
the contracts and return them as soon as he can. Now, get out of my
lab and do not ever come in here without my permission again.


on thursday, victorias forehead thunked on her desk, her
arms and hands dangled uselessly over the floor, and her butt was barely hanging onto the edge of her chair. Her office door opened and she
Id planned to ask if youd allow me to buy you lunch, but I see
youre busy divining the meaning of life in the carpet.
Go away, she muttered, even though her heart began to race at the
sound of his voice and she was suddenly far too happy he was here. My
life is a wreck.
The door closed. She heard his footsteps on the carpet and the
creak of her desk when he propped one hip on the edge. Were friends.
Feel free What the hell is that?
That what? she muttered.
That thing on the wall behind you.
Oh. A painting of a matador on black velvet.
That does not look like a matador.
Its old and the paints chipping. My grandma gave it to me.
There was silence for a full ten seconds. That is disgusting.
She snorted in spite of herself.
I cant look at it anymore. Tell me whats wrong.
Ching figured out who you were, and the fact that Im a nightclub
singer offends his sense of propriety.



Is anybody else upset about it?

The American faculty who can afford Leos already know. Kilgore
and his wife are frequent guests.
Ah. And Sanz?
Sanz expects me to make you go running home to mommy. He
wants to protect the university from your filth and evil, so now Im on
Dragon Watch.
He chuckled. Dragon Watch?
You know. Like suicide watch. He really doesnt like you.
I shouldnt think so, he drawled. Opportunity, remember. Seora
Sanz is not known for her fidelity.
Oh, I have no doubt about that. I hope you wore a condom because that woman is more promiscuous than you are.
Emilio choked.
I hadnt actually thought that was possible.
Silence. Ahhhh He cleared his throat. Hm. Well. Then. I
must say Sanz did warn me about your vicious tongue.
I am only vicious when Im trying, she told the carpet matter-offactly. Most of the time Im just thoughtless and rude.
Which one was that?
Which one was what?
The crack about the condom and relative promiscuity. Thoughtless or vicious?
That was an expression of my concern for your health.
You were being thoughtful?
Oh, yes. I can do that, be thoughtful. Sometimes. Almost never.
He laughed outright at that.
And so?
And so what?



Hows your health?

Ah, oh. Its fine.
So far.
He snorted. I can manage to monitor my germs or lack thereof
without your help, but thanks for your concern. She snickered. Is this
the extent of your troubles?
No. My application for tenure has been deferred. Again. Its just
the next step in the Im so sorry, Dr. LaMontagne, not this year carousel.
Sounds familiar, he said wryly. What was wrong now?
That lazy students lazy government official father came and
chewed me out for calling his lazy daughter lazy.
And what did you say?
I did not mean to insult her.
Coward, he drawled, which made her snort another laugh. How
could he take offense at that?
Because then I said, It was a statement of fact.
He chuckled.
Well, it was! I never insult people on purpose. Almost never. A
lot. She paused and realized she was, indeed, attempting to divine the
meaning of life in the patterns on her Persian rug. She sighed. Then he
propositioned me. I told him I dont date lazy men. That was when he
got mad and demanded satisfaction from the administration.
Emilios chuckle turned into a genuine laugh. While she liked being
able to make him laugh, she didnt know why it was that funny.
This is my career were talking about! Petty little bastards. And
you know what else? Now she was on a roll, and since Emilio had decided to make himself her audience, she was going to take advantage of
it. Leo suspended me until further notice.



He suddenly stopped laughing. Because of me?

Yes. Funny how my biggest problems are because of you. Not funny ha-ha.
Silence. Then, Should I remove myself from your life?
No, she snapped, curling her lip at the floor. I like you. But more
importantly, I havent made you want to slap me yet.
Slap you? he asked with a wary tone of voice.
With very few exceptions, the longest amount of time I have ever
dated any man is about eight hours, spread over three dates, at the end
of which the man said, Get thee to a nunnery, and when I informed
him that meant whorehouse, he said, Good. Youll starve to death before you get any work. Emilio started laughing again. He thought he
was smarter than he really was.
Did you tell him that?
Of course I did. People need to know these things if they want to
improve themselves. She huffed. Im beautiful! Why does this not
count for anything? And Im very smart. A genius. You dont get that
often. Beautiful and genius. And I can sing. Maybe not to your standards, but better than most people. Also, I am pragmatic. Which is why
I stay in this stupid job instead of hanging out my shingle as Well, I
dont know what.
Now he was laughing so much he didnt seem to be able to stop
long enough to string a whole sentence together. She went on because
she was bursting with troubles. Furthermore! Speaking of money. I
found my latest royalty check yesterday. I get two a year. You know
how much? Twenty-three dollars. Four CDs out and I get a measly fifty bucks a year. Ill bet those are the ones you bought since you seem to
be my only bona fide fan. You probably buy them mail order out of the
back of a Playboy.



In between laughs, he managed to say, You have almost no publicity outside the expatriate community.
Oh, theres a newsflash.
It was a long time before he calmed enough to speak and he still had
to stop to accommodate another bout of laughter. This could get annoying. And she was going to have to sit up soon. Her forehead was
starting to hurt and her dangling fingers were getting prickly.
They would love you if they heard you, he said finally. Laughed.
But they cant hear whats not on the radio and they cant buy what
they havent heard.
She groaned. How did you find me?
One of my banderilleros was listening to one of your CDs and I
loved it.
She felt a little fluttery. Okay, and how did he find me? she asked
the carpet.
Hes an American. He heard you at Leos.
Her mouth fell open. No!
He doesnt go there much, even though he can afford it. Its not his
How in the world did you get an American on your cuadrilla?
I was impressed with his bullfighting, so I offered him the job.
Victoria knew the names of every Americanmale and female
whod ever swung a cape in a Spanish bullring, and most of them were
dead. Did Franklin or Fulton get reincarnated when I wasnt looking?
American bullfighting, he drawled with much humor. He was a
rodeo clown in Texas. Thats where I met him.
She didnt see that coming. What were you doing in Texas?
Her head snapped up to see him half sitting on her desk, as she had



imagined him, but he was dressed in ordinary Levis and a plain white
tee shirt. His only adornment was a worn braided leather strap around
his wrist. His curly black hair was a tidge damp, his jaw had a days
growth, and he was smiling at her as if shed just told him the worlds
best joke.
He looked at her forehead, blinked, and started to laugh again. She
put her hand there to feel the deep ridge the edge of the desk had
carved into it. She rubbed at it with a huff.
I spent a year on the Texas rodeo circuit.
Victorias mind turned to tv snow. Greasepaint? Barrels? Floppy
Oh, yes. It was a long time ago, but it made me a far better torero.
Some of us do that. It puts a little polish on the art, a little flash in the
performance. The Latin American toreros find it an important part of
their training and repertoire. I did a corrida in Peru and saw that they
had something I didnt.
Uh, did you have fun?
He laughed. I did. But I have never worked so hard in a bullring in
my life. Three or four times a week, too. Mickey says being a torero is
the easiest money hes ever made.
Mickey? she squeaked.
Miguel Olmos. He snorted. We propagated a rumor hes Mexican so he wouldnt have to deal with the publicity, but yes. One of my
banderilleros is Mickey ONeal from Alabama, as Irish as they come,
who trained me to be a rodeo clown, and that is how I found Velvet.
He said nothing more, but Victoria relaxed back in her chair with
her hands over her mouth, giggling, utterly delighted. He smiled at her
giggles, but even that faded until there was silence. That was okay. She
liked being silent with Emilio.



In the back seat of his car.

Curled up against him.
He wasnt tired of her after all.
What do you really want to do, Victoria? he asked after arising
and crossing her office to her little fridge. Strangely, she didnt mind
him helping himself, and he tossed her a bottle of orange soda. Besides
making tenure, I mean? He made himself comfortable in one of her
wing chairs across from her desk. Stay at Leos the rest of your life?
Make more CDs? What?
That was an excellent question, and her delight waned until she was
weary and discouraged again. I dont know anymore. Ching gets in my
way with his arbitrary rules and regulations and meetings and Augh!
Kilgore soft-pedals it, but its attracting the notice of the administration, which is being lobbied to move my position over to languages and
I dont want them to start considering it. Leo pays me a couple hundred
a week and I usually get another hundred in tips, but as you know, he
suspended me, so Im out that money for the next few weeks. You already know what I make in CD sales. Its just not enough. Its never
Are you in that much debt?
Im not in debt at all! she protested. Im saving to buy my apartment building.
His eyebrow rose.
Sebastians suggestion, because my goal is to be financially independent. But I have an English degree. I couldnt be smart about that,
though, could I? Nooo. I couldve done anything I wanted, but I had
to get an English degree. Half the reason Im here is because I can
make more money than I can in the US. Not half the reason. Maybe



a quarter. An eighth. And I just hired a voice teacher, which, at my

level, is not cheap.
It appears your primary investment is your wardrobe.
She huffed and mumbled, Still not in debt.
Admirable. But I have an idea, he said thoughtfully. It wont
solve all your problems, but perhaps youll earn decent residual income.
What, she muttered morosely.
Let the paparazzi be your PR firm. Distribution solves itself if
theres enough demand.
Her eyes narrowed at him where he sat as relaxed as if theyd been
friends forever, slumped down in the chair, his legs stretched out in
front of him and crossed at his ankles.
Im listening.
They dont follow me everywhere I go, he said matter-of-factly.
As toreros go, I live a boring life and I make it my business to make
sure they stay out of my business.
You are very good at that, Ive noticed. Except for all your girlfriends. I wonder whod have a vested interest in leaking each and every
one of those names to, perhaps, hide the information he doesnt want out.
Guilty, he said without a shred of guilt. But my selective control
of information has its vulnerabilities. The press can find me when I do
something out of the ordinary, as perhaps stand chest-to-breast in
the middle of an exclusive American expatriate club with a singer who
goes by the name Velvet who never meets anybody, and all the while Im
undressing her with my eyes and shes allowing me to do so.
Yes, you were, and no, I wasnt.
His eyebrow rose.
Hrmph. Okay, maybe I was.



Uh huh. The only way theyd have known I was there is if they got
a tip from an employee who then got paid very, very well.
Leo fired a bunch of people, but I didnt think that was fair. Any
guest couldve done it, and I can think of six people off the top of my
head. They were all there, too.
A rival for your affections, perhaps?
She nodded sagely. Thats very likely.
How fortunate for me, he said sarcastically. I presume it will take
six months to learn if your CD sales went up from this attention?
No, three months. I found it yesterday because it was buried in a
pile of mail I hadnt gone through yet.
He cast her a disbelieving glance. You have unopened mail thats
three months old?
Nine. Possibly eighteen. I was only a third of the way through. A
quarter. She caught his look. Im a busy person! And I have more important things to think about. I get to mundane things when I can.
What about your bills?
I manage. Somehow. Not quite sure.
You need a keeper.
She chortled. I need a wife.
He laughed. Dont we all.
I want an assistant, she grumbled. But I dont get one till I have
If your CD sales go up enough, perhaps you can hire an assistant.
And they will go up if Im making myself available to the paparazzi,
with Velvet on my arm because I am Velvets devoted admirer.
Not as much as you were before, she muttered. He snorted.
Theyd find out who I am. I cant hide in plain sight the way you do
because Im distinctive. Theyd make my life even more miserable.



He nodded. Being ordinary is my secret weapon.

Leo would never speak to me again and Dr. Ching would lobby for
my dismissal.
But would it matter if your sales went up? He shrugged. Do you
have savings to last you three months?
She scowled. Of course I do. But it wont work anyway. Not in the
long run, I mean, because theyd get bored with us in a week.
He raised a finger. But not if there was a hook to our relationship.
Now Victoria was totally confused. The hook is Velvets real name
and life.
No, he drawled, the hook is that Velvet, the most beautiful
woman in Spainin the world, lets sayis a thirty-two-year-old good
Mormon girl who is unmarried, has never been in a long-term relationship with a man, and doesnt believe in premarital sex.
Sebastian explained all that?
Yes. He also said you are socially inept, which is true.
Oh, good. Now I dont have to waste my breath. Did he tell you I
eat mens hearts for breakfast?
He did not specify which meal.
Did he tell you I crush their souls for fun?
I find that villainously admirable. Pleased, she looked at him expectantly. He sighed. I told him that didnt apply to me because were
She smiled and clapped lightly. Excellent.
He nodded regally. Once they learn this about you and that you are
a college professor, they will draw the natural conclusion that because I,
he continued, pressing all ten of his fingers to his chest, am the antithesis
of you, I am attempting to make you another one of my conquests. The
intrigue then becomes: Can he or cant he? Will she or wont she? We



make ourselves conspicuous. Everyone will know who Velvet is, and that
El Draque is her biggest fan. Your CD sales will skyrocket.
Victoria considered. Now, she didnt know quite what shed do if
she could live off her CD sales, but certainly she would eventually
stumble over some interest and pursue that for a while until she tired of
it, at which point she would find another.
But Dr. Ching was making her pleasure in teaching vanish, and she
hadnt gone into any depth about the ongoing administrative fight to
get her position pulled out of the international business department
and over into the languages department.
Leo would never let her come back if she got the paparazzi involved,
and she had to admit, she would miss performing. She loved performing, having all eyes on her, being fawned over and complimented. Then
again, if her album sales went up, she could perform at other venues.
At some point, she would have to leave Covarrubias University, either because of how much Dr. Ching hated her or because the chair of
the languages department was successful in his bid. In the first case,
shed be fired. In the second case, shed resign.
She really did need a backup plan.
Okay, she said slowly, but I dont want to lose my privacy.
Collateral damage, sorry. Ill put my people on stalker detail.
That did relieve her mind, but she chewed on her lip. You know, I
dont think this is going to work in the long run. My CD sales might
spike, but theyll drop just as fast. Im not going to sleep with you, so
the longer the intrigue continues without any appreciable gain on your
part, theyll get bored anyway.
Well perpetrate well-timed antics.
What about your reputation as a manslut? Your machismo? I
mean, you cant seduce me, so your failure will not go unremarked.



He scoffed. Not even a cherry-print frilly apron will stop me getting whatever I want whenever I want.
She nodded slowly and tapped her lips with her finger. This is
true, she said absently. Then she sat bolt upright and glared at him.
And what if you get tired of me? Everybody gets tired of me eventually.
I wont get tired of you, he said, his voice filled with something
deep that she was tempted to trust. I promise.
She took a deep breath, and bit her lip. Youve spent years guarding your privacy very carefully and maintaining your mystique. Why
would you give that up for me? Why do you care?
Because friends dont write odes to their friends beauty when
theyre fishing for compliments, and they dont tell them they performed well when they didnt. This is what friends really do.
She popped to her feet and leaned over the desk to offer him her
hand. He reached out and took it.
Its a deal.

sometimes, emilio thought smugly as he escorted Victoria out of
the building, across campus, and down the street to a sidewalk caf, his
cunning actually scared him.
Simply dating her was never going to get him where he wanted to
be, which was inside her. He hadnt made any secret of that, but she
wasnt taking him seriously. Emilio knew how to seduce women on a
long timeframe, but since Victoria dated for marriage, she probably
wouldnt give him that much time.
She can keep the upper hand with any man.
The minute she realized she wasnt in control of the situation or
Emilio, shed get rid of him.
Marriage was very low on his priority list, but he certainly wasnt
going to get tired of herat least, not before she realized the relationship wasnt going anywhere but to bed. He almost laughed again. After
her highly entertaining rant, he would be as underhanded as he had to
be to keep this woman in his life for the foreseeable future.
And now he had a mechanism by which he could extend his timeline and create opportunities he wouldnt have in a simple dating relationship. Further, it would allow him to seduce her without her
catching him out at odd moments after shed lulled him into a sense of
safety in her obliviousness. She did it on purpose, setting little traps
because it fed her vanity and she liked having her vanity fed. This way,



he could seduce her without feeding her vanity, because God knew it
didnt need to get any fatter than it already was.
His mother would love her.
What do we do first? she asked brightly.
We go out. We eat together. He pointed to a photographer across
the street who was, at the moment, snapping pictures of them. We go
to shows together. We make sure were seen together. We hold hands.
Snuggle. Kiss a littlenot much. Ill address and refer to you as Velvet,
and youll address and refer to me as Dragon. Not El Draque. Well
speak English when were in public. Using English will point up your
American-ness. As you know, Americans
She blinded him with that smile again. Yes, yes, I know! Everyone
would love to see an American lose. This is going to be fun!
Very fun. Your kind of fun, eh?
She nodded and scrunched her body up, then squealed and did a
little jig. Then she stopped. So he stopped. Hey. What if people dont
believe Im a virgin?
Theyll turn up every piece of ground youve ever walked. There
will be men coming forward to express their bitterness, and praying I
can get you into bed. Itll be their revenge on you by proxy.
Huh. Thats true. Okay. And by the way, she said airily, I know
youre going to use this to try to seduce me for real. Its not going to
He groaned.
She snickered. Oh, dont take it personally. Im frigid.
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think
it means.
She laughed outright.
Is this a clinical diagnosis? he asked dryly.



Well, no, but Ive been kisseda lot. Like, really kissed. Tongue
down the throat and everything. My butts been squeezed. My breasts
kneaded. I do have my limits and Im not shy, either, but nothing ever
happens. Inside me, I mean. I know whats supposed to happen. I read
descriptions of how it feels, but thats never happened to me. I dont
know if youve noticed, but I have no personal space.
Somehow he managed to keep from laughing. I have, yes.
I try to feel whats supposed to happen when a man touches me,
but nothing ever does. It is frustratingly easy to avoid temptation
because Im never tempted. Lydia calls it my ice vagina.
Emilio choked.
At this point, she continued blithely, I have to agree, because
there is no other explanation.
Emilio was still dizzy from ice vagina, so he wasnt thinking very
clearly. Everyones different, he offered vaguely. Saturday night, you
wanted me to stroke your back again. You shivered.
She huffed. Thats not the same. Lots of people have that reaction
when theyre touched just right and its not sexual and it doesnt matter
who does the touching.
He had to agree, as Dolores had stroked his back to put him to
sleep when he was a small boy. He rather missed that.
But Saturday night, when hed stroked her back, that had not been
such a simple pleasure.
He hoped.
Even the great Dragon cant melt your heart?
She hesitated. Too long. Only a second. Possibly three. Nope. Besides, were friends.
Hed heard the hesitation. The silence. He heard it as clearly as hed
heard the voids in her performance.



And, as you reminded me, friends dont act like lovers.

He refrained from also reminding her that she had been the aggressor Saturday night, that she was the one whod behaved like his lover,
that shed risked her hobby job to talk to him, that shed attached herself to him publicly.
Do that again.
And now that tiny gap of silence gave him another reason to think
that even if she hadnt been tempted beforewhich he did not believeshe wasnt immune to Emilio at all.
Shall we decide on the term limit? he asked, so he could figure out
exactly how to pace this seduction.
She shrugged. I think until the end of corrida season. Thats about
when I get my next royalty check, give or take a couple of weeks. If I
dont do any better than I did this time, then well know it didnt work.
He had his work cut out for him and he only had three months to
do it.

for the first saturday night in too many months or years to
count, Victoria was not at Leos dressing and preparing her voice for
the nights set. Lydia was at the university conducting an impromptu
music theory lab.
Sebastian had gone back to London and her brother had gone
home to Kansas City, so now she had a Saturday night free for family
and they were gone. It would have been nice, she thought rather sourly,
if her twin brother had given her more time than a late dinner and early
breakfast, for crying out loud.
Just hired your matador boyfriend.
He is not my boyfriend.
Uh huh. Would you come home once in a while?
You have a lot more money than I do. Come visit me.
Not a bad idea. Ill have Tess call you.
So now Victoria, for reasons she did not know or care about, had
decided it was a good time to organize her memorabiliasomething
shed had on her to-do list for ten yearsand was digging around in
the oubliette, otherwise known as her closet floor. She tried to take out
too many boxes at once and dropped one, spilling its contents everywhere. That was okay. That was kind of the point, after all.
She was sitting on the floor, deep in sifting and sorting, shredding
and filing, when Lydia came home and found her there. She stepped
closer to Victoria, then bent down to pick up a final exam with a big
red A on it. Dr. Halvorson? she said slowly. That was the tall blond



calculus professor, right? The one with the Harley?

I thought you would have already gotten rid of all that stuff.
Victoria snatched the test from her and looked at the calculations.
She remembered blowing through that test like a hot knife through
butter. Then she put it in the shred pile. I didnt have time before I left
for my mission.
Your mission ended ten years ago.
So? It was packed away and I had things to do. You expect me to
sort out twelve-year-old school papers when it takes me eighteen
months to go through my mail?
You do have a point, but Halvorson was the reason you went on a
mission in the first place.
Victoria scowled. That is so not true.
Lydia heaved an irritated sigh and muttered something under her
breath, but she was silent while Victoria sifted through some more papers.
Oh, here. Dr. Piedmont, my graduate advisor.
Another one, Lydia muttered. Remind me: How many faculty
did you date?
Victoria stopped and thought about that a minute. Started to count
on her fingers. Uh four. I think. Not including Halvorson. But I
didnt date Piedmont. That would have been a huge clich and besides,
he hated me, remember?
It did seem like it, Lydia mused. I always got the impression he
was jealous youd been to Spain and he hadnt.
Victoria waved that off. He had money. He couldve gone anytime
he wanted.
Lived in Spain, I should say. You know, actually getting the flavor of
a place. Knowing the language. Talking to people, not being a tourist.



Victoria hesitated. Maybe, she said thoughtfully. I could see that.

She flipped through a stack of weathered, stuck-together, waterstained papers with fading pencil and blue lines, gently prying leaves
apart. She didnt remember much of this coursework, but now, in hindsight and with the experience of teaching, saw that Dr. Piedmont
hadnt cared about the subject so much as he cared that she contribute
something significant to the current scholarship and do it well. Her
brow wrinkled when she saw a small slip of paper she never recalled
seeing before. In Dr. Piedmonts elegant hand, hed written, When you
get to Spain, give me a call and his phone number.
She handed that to Lydia over her shoulder, unable to make any
sense of that at all. Shed never seen it before.
Whatd he look like? Lydia asked quietly.
Victoria could see him clearly in her minds eye. He was almost my
height. Longish light brown hair that curled a little. Blue eyes. Wore
tweed. You know, with the patches and everything. He was being
cheeky. She laughed. He looked like a stereotypical hot, pervy English
professor and he milked it.
Was he?
Was he what?
Hot andor pervy.
Victoria shrugged helplessly. Hot, definitely. Pervy, how would I
Lydia released a long sigh. Well, obviously, you wouldnt. How
much time did you spend with him?
He was my advisor all of grad school. I think, maybe three times
a week all the way through.
Right, and he was on your case constantly. Why didnt you ask for
a different advisor?



She looked at Lydia, confused. Why would I do that? Lydia

opened her mouth, but, suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation,
Victoria switched subjects. What did the doctor say Wednesday?
Lydias face paled.
Did you get rid of it? Victoria asked matter-of-factly.
No, she whispered. It I miscarried in the waiting room.
Oh, Lydia! Victoria cried, clapping her hands over her face.
It was my first visit, she whispered, her eyes moist. I didnt
know Ive never been pregnant before. I didnt know you werent
supposed to ride motorcycles when youre pregnant. Thats what the
doctor said.
How did you get home?
Lydia shrugged helplessly. I rode my motorcycle.
Why didnt you tell me? Victoria demanded. I would have been
there to get you and I dont know what else. But whatever people do
when stuff like that happens.
Lydia swiped at her cheek and looked away. I hadnt decided yet. I
wanted I wanted to keep a part of him, but I wanted nothing to do
with anything about Jack Blackwood ever again.
Victoria couldnt empathize. She never could. But she faked sympathy fairly well, so she shoveled all her crap back into the oubliette and
pulled Lydia into the kitchen. This calls for ice cream.
Lydia laughed sadly. I Vic, I dont really want to talk about it,
you know?
You never talk until youre ready. In the meantime we can eat ice
cream because thats what girlfriends on tv do.
That turned her laugh from sad to wry. Okay.
Victoria was in the middle of getting out bowls when the doorbell
rang, which was odd enough on its own. At eleven oclock at night, it



was downright scary. Lydia checked the peephole, then Victoria smiled
when she opened the door to Emilio, standing there relaxed, in lowriding jeans and a navy button-down with the collar open.
Hola! she called.
Hola, Lydia said warily, examining him as if she were about to
slice him up to put him under a microscope. What are you doing
His eyebrow rose at the challenge, but he said, My mother let me
come over to see if Victoria can come out and play.
That made Lydia laugh reluctantly, and she opened the door, discreetly swiping at her face with her shirtsleeve.
Where did you learn to speak Spanish? Emilio asked Lydia. I
cant place your accent.
Miami. Its Cuban.
Its a little past your bedtime, isnt it, Emilio? Victoria called, bewildered but delighted and hoping to stave off questions about Lydias
past. It was too bizarre to explain.
He stood in Victorias little living room and looked around, then he
looked at her with a wry smile. Want to get started on our project? A
little jaunt. Wont take long.
Oh yes! Then she sighed and turned back to the ice cream. No,
cant. Sorry.
Vic, Lydia said weakly.
No can do.
Victoria heard a sigh behind her. Shes saying no because she
thinks she needs to stay home with me and let me cry on her shoulder.
Because thats what tv girlfriends do. When in doubt, do what tv people do. She tries very hard to do what she thinks normal people with
normal friendships do.



Oh? came Emilios voice. Shes horrible at it, isnt she?

Lydia burst out laughing, which was the most Victoria had heard
her laugh since she arrived. Victoria rolled her eyes. I heard that.
Eh, why dont you come with us? Emilio offered.
Isnt that going to be not according to plan?
It isnt going to hurt my reputation by being out on the town with
two beautiful women. I have sisters. I know when a girl needs some
cheer, so come with us.
Victoria sighed. He was so much better at this than she was, and he
continued to prove it all evening as he put Lydia between him and Victoria on the way to a small tapas and flamenco bar in a different notvery-nice neighborhood. He kept up a running chatter with her for an
hour as the three of them ate outside under fairy lights swaying with
the breeze, intermittently watching the flamenco dancers and cajoling
Lydias story out of her. Victoria wasnt surprised when he finally succeeded, and was content to listen as Lydia poured it all outall except
the miscarriage. Victoria supposed that it was too fresh.
He praised her, commiserated with her, and gave her a little pep
talk, occasionally switching to English if Lydias Spanish wasnt adequate to regional nuance. What Emilio had meant to be a jaunt turned
into three hours of therapy, but by the time they left, he had Lydia
laughing, telling jokes, and generally being happier than shed been
since shed arrived.
Why are you so quiet? he asked when he realized Victoria was
lagging a couple of steps behind.
She smiled and shrugged. Just listening.
There was a small silence, then Lydia said, Oh, hey, Im gonna
catch a cab and go home, okay? Been fun, but Im beat.
Okay, Victoria said vaguely, watching Emilio hail a cab, open the



door for her, pay the driver, then knock on the roof to send it on its
What are you thinking?
Victoria looked at him and said, I cant do that.
Cant do what?
That, what you did, with her. Cheering her up. Making her feel
He shrugged. Well, Im exhausted.
Victoria slid him a disbelieving glance.
I cant be on too long before I have to stop. If she hadnt left, youd
both be home right now.
Victorias brow wrinkled. I dont understand.
You take energy from people, from crowds, and you expend more.
For you, when youre on, you run like a German engine, no?
When you go home after the partys over and you havent had
enough attention, you miss it. You crave more.
I dont take in energy like that. People take energy from me. I can
be social, I can be on, but I go home for silence and solitude, not because
its time for the party to end. I dont want to hear another persons voice
for three days so I can recharge. Like a battery.
Victoria simply couldnt fathom that. I have no idea what youre
talking about. Youre not shy and youre a showman in the ring.
I cant socialize for very long. Cocktail parties where I have to make
small-talk drain me. Being with high-energy individuals for a long time
drain me even faster. I get fed up with the people around me. Wanting
to keep my private life private is only one reason I dont let the press
catch me, and when they do, it pisses me off.



You are quite rude to them, she agreed, and he laughed. So all
night, entertaining Lydia, that wasnt fun for you?
Oh, hell no. I had intended to take you to a different place that
would put us in the middle of a bunch of cameras for about fifteen
minutes, but you werent budging, so
Victoria was still having a difficult time understanding. You did
that for her? When you knew it would drain you? You dont even know
He stopped with a sigh and dropped his face in his palm to massage
it. I did it because it needed to be done. And now I want to go home
because I cant take one more minute with humans around me. Especially you.
Victoria didnt know what to say to that, but when he raised his
head, she merely threw herself in his arms and said, Thank you, Emilio. Youre wonderful!

emilio had not lied about his state of mind, but he had underplayed the reality and the reality was, he had a pounding headache. He
also had a dire need for some quiet time before his corrida tomorrow
evening, which was in Madrid. He decided to leave very early in the
morning and drive himself because that would be five uninterrupted
hours of solitude.
But tonight had been almost worth every agonizing minute of trying to keep the conversation going long enough to get Lydia to start
spilling her guts. The look on Victorias face. The hug. The gratitude
for pulling her out of a situation she didnt know how to deal with. She
had no idea how short hed been with her, how rude hed been to her,
how close hed been to getting utterly vicious:



Get lost. Go home. If I have to stuff you in a cab, I will. I dont care how
badly I want to fuck you, I need solitude and quiet, and if that means you will
hate me forever, then bad luck for me, I guess.
Or maybe she did know and it hadnt occurred to her to take it personally because she didnt take anything personally, even when she
But in spite of his need to get away, when shed thrown herself at
him after hed told her hed had enough of her, hed wrapped his arms
around her and kept her close for a minute before shed disengaged. After all, Victoria wasnt the one whod drained him, and somehow, some
way, shed given him enough of her energy to keep him civil. Further,
shed said nothing on the way to her apartment, nor did she attempt to
snuggle or touch him.
No, dont get out. You go home and get some sleep. Thank you, Emilio!
Hed let her go in with his driver without saying a word to her. He
didnt care how crass it was because he was dangling on the last strand
of the last bit of rope. And now here he was lying in bed, falling
asleep, wondering for the first time, if he couldnt stretch his limits for
a woman he liked and desired, how in the world did he think he could
stand the amount of people-time hed have to invest in to teach a college class?

three days later, victoria sat at her desk long into the evening,
her foot propped on its edge, looking at the note shed found Saturday
night. It was a Lawrence Kansas number but not a campus one. It was
years old. Would it still be in service? She didnt know, but she couldnt
figure out why Piedmont, of all people, would have written her a note
like that.
There was a little shadow outside her door and then a knock.
Emilio, sharply dressed in a navy suit, pale yellow shirt, and blueand-yellow tie, stopped in the threshold and stared at her with an expression she couldnt decipher, then he pointed to her feet. Blue-green
She smiled a little. Peacock.
Are you okay?
She waved the note and said, I got shoved down memory lane and
I dont know what to think. I just found this in a stack of old assignments. It must have been in my student box way back when, but I never
saw it.
He closed the door and skirted the desk, heaving himself up on it,
right next to her foot, and took it. He read it, his eyebrow rising. You
dont seem the type to have a black book.
She looked at him suspiciously. What does that mean?



Who is it? he asked.

My grad school advisor. Who did not like me.
He looked at her sharply. But he stuck with you throughout.
Victoria nodded, then, to her annoyance, he started to laugh and
handed it back to her. He wanted to spend some quality time with you
as a non-student.
She closed her eyes and would have massaged them, but her eyeliner and false eyelashes were perfect. Quality time? Doing what?
Having sex.
Her eyes popped open, her feet dropped to the floor, and she sat up
straight in her chair. What? she breathed, horrified. Horrified that
when Dr. Piedmonts face flashed across her mind, there was that
funny feeling again. Dr. Piedmont? With me? No. Not possible.
Theres only one reason Id give my beautiful and genius student my
phone number at the end of our run together.
She waved that off. Yeah, but youre you, and youre looking at this
through the eyes of a promiscuous celebrity. I repeat: He. Did. Not.
Like. Me.
He snorted. Im looking at it through the eyes of a man. A man
who wasnt about to seduce his student when he was in the power position and was avoiding the appearance of impropriety.
It was making her dizzy, that funny feeling. In fact, she could barely
catch her breath.
Have you called the number?
No, she muttered.
Why not?
Im afraid, she blurted.
Of what?
She shook her head. I dont know, she muttered, then crumpled it



up and threw it in the trash. That solved that problem. So, she said
brightly, looking up at him and fluttering her perfect lashes. How was
Youre bored.
I am.
That explains so much!
He laughed. Your brothers project provided me an interesting diversion. For a while.
Youre done already?
He nodded. Done, but not delivered. It wont be until my lawyer
and his lawyer have come to an agreement on patent issues.
You have patents?
Again, he inclined his head. Dont look so shocked. Normal people
can be brilliant, too.
Victoria didnt know she was looking shocked, but decided not to
pursue that. She tapped the Tuesday sports pages and said, I see
youve been torero hunting again. Why are you so upset about Molina
getting the Fine Arts medal this year?
He snorted. Alejandro Molina got the Fine Arts medal because the
Culture Minister isnt an aficionado and only knows who the kid is because hes a fourth-generation torero, is constantly in the gossip rags
doing something outrageous, and spends his winters being a Versace
model. What is that saying in English, about the spoon?
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Victoria picked up
the paper and scanned it. Culture Minister cited his style as being
aesthetic, relaxed and profound, poised and deep. When asked his opinion, El Draque said
The little shit doesnt have an artistic bone in his body.



She looked up at him from under her brows. I wouldnt throw

stones if I were you.
So youve said. Please note I already have a Fine Arts medal.
Her eyebrow rose. Was that before or after you almost died?
Youre annoying, you know that?
She grinned. You know what I like about you, Emilio?
Which thing?
Youre as vicious as I am. You just make sure there are reporters
around when you decide to skewer somebody.
He burst out laughing.
For what its worth, I dont hang out with my colleagues, either.
Im barely civil.
Colleagues, he muttered, is not what Id call them.
No, lets see. Cabrwho, by the way, is three ears and a tail
ahead of you
Yes, thank you. I know that and I remember what I said.
Cabr says something derogatory about your endowments
on display every Sunday
Hes upset because I have something to display.
and you say, Id argue that God blessed us both equally. I have a
big cock and Cabr has big tits.
Emilio bent his head and rubbed the back of his neck, but his body
was quaking.
She smirked. Oh, thats precious. Youre pining for the days of the
bitter rivalries of Joselito and Belmonte. If one wont occur organically
youll stick pikes in everybodys necks until you get one?
He was still laughing and said, Guilty.
Go you!
I cannot believe that came out of your mouth.



I teach profanity, Emilio. Theyre just words artificially imbued with

Ah, as Do you want to come up to my office for a drink? is really
just a simple offer of hospitality somebody decided needed to mean
something more.
He raised his head, his face lit up with a stunning grin that made
her catch her breath. You need to be taken to bed and thoroughly
fucked for two weeks. At least.
Victorias mouth dropped open and the flutters in the pit of her
belly intensified.
Ah, what is this? he taunted. No ready response? And here I
thought Id met a worthy opponent. No indulto for you!
She tried not to laugh. Truly, she did, but she burst into gales and
thunked her forehead on her desk, then raised her hand to slap her
palm on her desk. Three times.
And El Draque makes another clean kill, he purred. Its a shame
you dont count in my statistics.
Victoria was still laughing when she saw his hand under her face.
She put her hand in it and let him draw her to her feet. Once again they
were breast to chest, her hand in his, and she found herself looking into
the eyes of a very happy man who had made her laugh harder than she
had in forever.
Clear light brown eyes, ones that flickered down on her lips then
back to her eyes. Her smile faded. So did his.
A little.
Victoria found breathing to be a bit difficult at the moment, yet she
couldnt look away. She cleared her throat and saidor tried to say
Where are we going and what are we doing?



Tonight, he murmured huskily, we have reservations at the most

prestigious restaurant in town. I made sure to get them for El Draque
and Miss Velvet.
Ah. To make a point about my American-ness.
I expect well have to wade through a sea of reporters and photographers. Hopefully I will have an opportunity to say something shockingly contemptuous about one of my colleagues, and
I will concur.
His eyebrows rose.
Well, I didnt say you were wrong, did I?

god, she was beautiful, emilio mused as he escorted her through

the press of paparazzi he had made sure would be there to greet them.
She was dressed in loose iridescent blue-green chiffon pants, and a
body-hugging white lace top.
Her mass of curly red hair was twisted up in an artful mess with
peacock feathers stuck in the twist in the back and bobbing over her
head. Wispy red curls brushed the skin around her face and neck and
floated carelessly in the breeze. She had sparkly rough rock studs in her
ears and a silver filigree gauntlet around her right arm. Her makeup was
dramatic, with the artful application of black eyeliner and false eyelashes, and a deep red lipstick that lightened her already pale skin and made
her gorgeous freckles pop out.
She smiled for the cameras as if shed been born in front of a lens, and
clung to Emilio as if her life depended on it. It didnt. It was all for show, as
were the sultry glances she cast at him at strategically timed moments.
This was a bad idea, Emilio realized suddenly, because it would be
all too easy for him to fall into the fantasy of Velvet, when Victoria



couldnt tell her professors proposition from a terse command.

Suddenly she leaned into him and he smelled her luscious perfume.
Are you okay? she whispered.
He looked at her, shocked. Ah yes?
Let me know when youve had enough. I dont want to be the reason you need to bail.
He was still staring, but now because she had expressed concern
about his well-being and offered to mitigate it. Thank you, he said
finally. I will.
She gave him a sincere smile, and flashes went off, blinding him and
On the other hand, the reality of Victoria, the socially inept college
professor with an aficionados deep understanding of his art
The Victoria whod made him laugh harder than he had since
well, since the last time hed been in her office
The Victoria whod displayed an uncharacteristic awareness and
protectiveness of his introversion
The Victoria whod looked at him as if he were her next meal
This was not a fantasy. She was reality. His reality. This woman
not only existed, but she was on his arm and wanted to be there.
The reality of Victoria was far more seductive than the fantasy of
The restaurant was much quieter, and the matre d bowed. El
Draque. Miss Velvet. Please come with me.
It was almost its own room, the cubby they were shown to, and no
one could peek in on them. It defeated the purpose of the outing, but at
the moment, it suited Emilio just fine.
He was jolted out of his musings when she waved the menu away.
Order for me, please, she said matter-of-factly.



His eyebrow rose. Thats not like you.

It is very like me. I cant be bothered to decide what I want.
You cant be bothered to choose your own food?
No. I like new and different things, but deciding is too much effort.
He was so stunned, he blurted, I havent ordered for a woman in
years. What if I make a mistake?
It doesnt matter, she said earnestly. If I dont like it, you can order me something else.
He closed his eyes. Do you do this with every man you date?
Well, of course.
Of course. Are you a vegetarian?
She snorted.
Do you like mussels?
Are you allergic to anything?
Do you like lobster, shrimp?
All right, he muttered. Well start with something simple.
It wasnt until the waiter had brought their bread, taken their order,
the sommelier had brought Emilios wine, and Victoria had sipped at
the soda hed requested for her that they had some peace.
They were in a three-sided booth, but instead of sitting opposite
each other, they were sitting so close their hips were touching. He was
so disoriented by her attitude about her food, he had no idea when or
how this had happened. Then he noticed she was left-handed.
She had maneuvered them this way, and suddenly Emilio felt like she
had become his accomplice in this seduction. Hed been very clear about
his intention to seduce her. She had been very clear she found his inten-



tions amusing, but futile. Yet she was eager to put herself in Emilios
personal space and she had been since they met. She said wanted to feel
something and he was conceited enough to assume she wanted him to
make her feel it. Because now
Now there was the kiss that hadnt happened.
The kiss shed been all too aware of, the kiss she had wanted to
happen, the kiss she had let slip away because
That he didnt know, but he was going to figure it out.
He took a deep breath and reached for the bread.
As explanation, he murmured as he broke off a piece, swirled it in
herb-laden olive oil, and offered it to her. She didnt hesitate to open
her mouth so he could feed her. It takes a while for me to get as tired
as I was the other night. You were quiet the entire time, but Lydia
made me work harder socially than I have in a long time and I had
nothing left to give you if you ramped up.
Shes lost, Victoria said matter-of-factly. Shes always been lost,
ever since I met her. Ive never known what to say to help her. I could
only listen. I dont know how to help anybodybut you did, and Im
grateful. Shes a lot happier now.
You care about her. Her well-being.
Of course, she said again, obviously surprised. Shes my best friend.
Victoria blinked. Uh I dont know. Does friendship need a reason?
The rumor is nobody can put up with you, yet she lived with you
for how many years?
Five total. My mission was in between.
So she lived with you after not having lived with you for a year and
a half, then ran to you when she needed to hide. You must give her



He watched her face while she thought about it, then she said, I
believed her.
You believed in somebody? So youre not entirely self-absorbed.
No, I said I believed her. She had a bizarre childhood and nobody
ever believed her. They thought she was joking, so shed play it off like
she was. She tried therapists who wanted to treat her for a variety of
things except the thing she went there for, because none of them believed her, either. I listened to her and I believed her and I didnt laugh.
But you also didnt judge.
She huffed. Theres nothing to judge. It just is. And even if I didnt
believe her, its an awesome story, and if she wanted to tell it like it was
true, so what? Shes brilliant and shes driven and she can function in
the world a lot easier than I can, so whos the crazy one?
Why did you believe her?
She paused. I was impressed that she was telling the truth and
that she desperately needed just one person to believe her.
Ah, he murmured.
You say that like you know what I actually said.
I spent months listening to Sebastian dump his religious baggage. I
understand your theology and vocabulary.
Her mouth turned up in a soft, pleased smile, but she made no reply.
So whats the story?
Victoria shook her head. Not mine to tell.
He was curious, but not so curious that he would press her. He was
unexpectedly pleased that she would refuse him because it meant that
whatever other flaws she had, she was loyal.
He said nothing more as he continued to feed them both until their
dishes were laid out on the table. She looked them over with delight
and clapped lightly. It looks delicious.



It might well have been, but to Emilio it was like eating straw, because she expected him to keep feeding herand he was only too happy
to do so. He watched her take pleasure in every bite, with a bite of lemon sorbet between each dish.
He didnt know if she was doing this on purpose or if this was her
normal date behavior, but how shed gotten to thirty-two without being
forced he couldnt fathom. But if she had been, that would explain everything.
Have you ever been assaulted? he asked suddenly.
She finished her bite and patted her mouth politely before answering. Yes, she said matter-of-factly. But it never got far. She gave him
a sly smile. I have ways.
She tskd. I dont want to ruin your vision of me.
He laughed. And what is my vision of you?
She batted her lashes. As a delicate flower, of course.
Some delicate flowers are poisonous.
Well, I didnt poison my lipstick, although thats an excellent idea.
Victorias eyes sparkled, and she leaned toward him, almost close
enough to kiss, and whispered, Im adept with a baseball bat.
Emilio groaned and shook his head, grinning. You got that from
I did, she said proudly. I prefer aluminum to wood, though.
Light, legal, and lethal.
But not convenient. You dont have it right now.
I dont often make mistakes about my dates, she said matter-offactly. But when I have, Ive somehow arranged it so I wasnt vulnerable.
He snorted. You must keep God very busy.
She laughed. I think Ive driven my guardian angel to drink.



Or youve just had excellent luck, he suggested just to see what

shed say.
She looked at him with what might have been pity. I believe in two
things, she murmured as if explaining something complicated to a not
particularly bright child. He almost smiled. Hard work and divine intervention. Not necessarily in that order.
He did smile then, and she smirked, her eyebrow raised.
Luck, divine intervention ?
You can call it whatever you want.
Ah. And running into each other in Kilgores office?
Not coincidence, she murmured huskily. I needed help. There
you were.
He blinked. Looked down and scowled a little in thought. Glanced
up at her. Thats how you think of our meeting?
She nodded. I know thats how Sebastian thinks of having met
you. He needed you. There you were.
Emilio was so shocked, he didnt know what to say to that except,
He saved my life. More than once.
Her dramatic eyes went wide. How? she breathed. He never told
me that.
He laughed suddenly, unreasonably happy to have a way to entertain her as much as she entertained him. Wemy cuadrilla and Sebastianwere in France, around Nmes, he murmured with a slight
smile, never taking his eyes from her, while she planted her elbow on
the table and put her cheek in her palm to listen. In a liquor store. Sebastian hadnt been with us very long. He was like a lost little puppy
dog. We were the first people who took pity on him.
He says you figured out he had money and hed pay everybodys
way if you let him tag along.



Emilio laughed. We also needed someone who could speak French

so we could expand our territory. But he was shy. Nervous around
women. We really did feel sorry for him, so he became a bit of a mascot. Anyway, we were in a liquor store. There were quite a few people
around. We werent paying attention. Wed just won a bunch of illegal
corridas and had enough money to buy a second suit of lights, so we
were getting loud. Bragging. I turned around, and there was a man with
a gun right to my head.
Hoooo, she breathed.
Naturally, he wanted whatever I had on me, and I was about to
give it to him. Then I saw Sebastian right behind him. Im still not
quite sure what he did, but the robber went down fast, and it sounded
like a wood board had cracked. I couldnt believe what I was seeing.
Our shy puppy turned into I dont know what. I cant describe it.
The robber was on the floor, crying. His leg bones were poking out
of his pants and all of a sudden, Sebastian had the mans gun in his
hand. He turned around and shot another guy who was robbing the
proprietor. In the knee, I think. He did it in a blink.
Emilio was watching her to gauge her reaction, but she was simply
sitting enthralled, as if he were telling her a fairy story.
Then he stuffed the gun in the back of jeans like they do on American televisionthat was an odd thing to see, that people really do
thatand grabbed the guy with the broken legshe was passed out by
thenand dragged him out of the store. The rest of us were in shock
and couldnt move. He returned and grabbed the other robber by the
hair and dragged him out, too, screaming and crying. He came back
into the store, and yelled something in French. Three people ran out.
Whatd he say? she asked, breathless.
Anybody else feel a need to take other peoples money?



She laughed, delighted. Thats so him.

Emilio grinned wryly and looked down at his glass of wine. We
thought about dumping him. He was an armed American kid who was
touchy about whose money was whose, with a mindset that having a
gun and using it is a human right. But we finally decided to keep him
around. He took another sip and grinned into his glass at the memory.
I dont know how he did it, but he could make himself at home in any
barrio in Spain, make friends, get ammunitionand anything else we
wanted, as long as it didnt offend his sensibilities too much. He got
even better at it once he could speak Spanish. It wasnt the first time he
protected us, nor the last.
You know a whole different side of him.
I do.
Do you know why hes so touchy about money? she asked with
genuine curiosity.
He looked at her in shock. You dont know?
No. And I know tienne doesnt know why.
Emilio ran his tongue over his teeth. Do you know anything about
Sebastians relationship with his father?
Victoria, suddenly bemused, shrugged hesitantly. I dont think
they have much in common, she ventured.
Ah, well. Sebastian is touchy about whose money is whose because
his father would take away whatever money he earned and give it to
someone he felt needed it more than Sebastian. He would also make
him return money hed earned or force him to refuse payment altogether if he thought Sebastian needed it less than the payor did.
Victoria gasped, her eyes wide in horror. Thats awful.
Yes. His father didnt think of it as theft. He thought he was being
generous and teaching Sebastian to be generous. It was also a way to



keep Sebastian powerless and under his thumb, to control him with the
rationalization that his father should be and was providing for him adequately. It made Sebastian see theft almost as egregious as murder. It
was something we realized that night, though we didnt understand it,
and he couldnt explain until we got him drunk. Everything I own is
under Sebastians stewardship.
But Sebastians rich now. I cant imagine Uncle Charlie doesnt
know this.
Your Uncle Charlie, Emilio sneered, had a screaming fit when Sebastian was admitted to Harvards MBA program. He made the mistake of asking how Sebastian planned to pay for learning how to
acquire piles of filthy lucre. Sebastian was apparently so angry by that
time, he flipped open his bank book and pointed out that his balance
had almost seven figures. He said, I dont have to go to business school
to learn how to make money. I want the credentials to back up what I
already have. He was nearly disowned. Im not sure they communicate
much, if at all. Sebastian says his father doesnt want other peoples
money. He just doesnt want anyone to have more than he thinks they
need, and, worse, his idea of need is little more than indoor plumbing.
Or so I understand.
She was shaking her head slowly, confusion and disbelief all over
her face. That cant be right. Uncle Charlie and Aunt Dianne moved
to a really nice house in a really nice neighborhood.
Ah, well, that was because Sebastians mother had been accumulating money right along with Sebastian, keeping it from his father the
entire time until she had enough to buy a house. Cash. She gave an ultimatum: Im moving. I refuse to live in destitution when I dont have
to. If Im more important to you than your evil pride, youre welcome to
come with me, but Im not holding my breath.



Victorias jaw dropped open and she clapped her hands over her
mouth. She said that? she whispered. Evil?
Thats the way Sebastian told it. I take it his father accused her of
being Eve, tempted by the apple, and leading him out of the garden. He
went with her, though. Sebastian says he grumbles, but he took to retirement rather well in spite of himself.
He watched Victoria carefully because her eyes narrowed and her
jaw tightened. I would never have put up with that, she said tightly.
Certainly not for as long as Aunt Dianne did. Evil pride, indeed. I
hope she made him go to the bishop and lay that one out.
Emilio could not have been more pleased by her reaction. No, she
was no delicate flower. In his defenseat least, this is what Sebastian
thinkshe grew up poor and was afraid of having more, the changes it
would bring to his life. With money comes responsibility, and he may
not have felt adequate to the task.
Her nostrils flared. I have no patience with people who are afraid
of success, she snapped.
He snorted. You have no patience with anybody. Except Frederico.
That pulled her up short. She blinked then started to laugh. Her
eyes sparkled and a little dimple appeared in her cheek. Her joy was
unfettered and infectious.
shes actually really fun.
That was the part of the Sebastians description Emilio should have
paid more attention to.
She was still chuckling when she said, Sebastians too generous to
be that territorial.
Hes generous, yes, but it hurts. He knows its the right thing to do
and hes very careful about his giving, but he feels powerless and violated
when he does it. He is well aware hes simply fighting his own insecurity,



so he gives in an attempt to overcome it.

Victorias smile melted a little with each word. I didnt I never
knew. He seems so unflappable.
Obviously he keeps a lot from his family. I can tell when hes troubled, but I have to get a few drinks in him to make him tell me whats
on his mind.
She blinked and focused on him. You really care about him, she
said in wonder.
I do. Hes like a brother to me. A younger brother who is street
smart and money wise, but needed to grow up fast, guided by someone
who wouldnt go out of his way to screw up his life. Someone who
wouldnt let him screw up his own life because he didnt know how not
to. No matter how poor my family was, I had a father who did the best
he could, gave me a mother whod learned from her mistakes and grown
wise, and both of whom wanted me to get an education. My bullfighting was the major source of household income, but it wasnt much
and none of us ever thought Id be able to make a living fighting bulls.
Poor Sebastian, she sighed sadly.
Emilio reached up and gently clasped her chin, brushing his thumb
lightly across her cheekbone. Her long black lashes fanned out on her
pale skin when she closed her eyes.
You look like a porcelain doll, Emilio murmured.
Her mouth twitched and she opened her eyes slowly. Theres very
little you can do to improve on perfection.
He burst out laughing and reached out for a morsel he then fed her,
wishing that full, sinfully colored mouth was wrapping itself around his
cock instead of a grape.
If I dont compliment you endlessly, youll do it yourself? Are you
expecting me to agree?



She winked at him. Tell me about your family, the one you spend
all week taking care of.
He was still chuckling, still picking out small bites. I dont, really.
Theyre all old enough to take care of themselves. My brother runs the
household. Both my sisters are in college and have their own interests.
My only hands-on is to keep my youngest brother in line and to make
sure my mother gets to the doctorwell, when she was going to the
doctor, that is. And I pay the bills.
Shes getting better without the doctor?
Surprisingly, she is. Im proud of her. It was true, he realized.
He was proud of Dolores, of her willingness to take hold of her fate, to
trust her gut. But then, it was her gut that had gotten them through
some pretty rough times when he was young.
He started when he felt Victorias fingers on his wrist, felt her fondling his braided-leather bracelet. What is this?
Doloresmy motheractually, shes my stepmother. She made
that for me for Christmas when I was eleven. She had an old leather
purse she couldnt mend anymore, and nothing to give me because we
didnt have any money. So she made this for me. I only take it off when
it needs to be mended.
Her lashes fluttered up and her ice blue eyes bored into his. Otherwise, never?
She smiled a little and went back to fondling it. How many strands
is it?
I dont know. Five. Six.
Its beautiful.
No, it wasnt. It was old, torn, and had been mended so many times
it had had to be sewn to a new leather strap. But he didnt believe



Victoria was lying or making small-talk or handing out false compliments. He didnt think she was capable of it.
And right now, he wanted to kiss her so badly he thought hed die if
he didnt. But unlike earlier, now she was oblivious, looking him
straight in the eye, nudging him when she was making a point or being
sly, closing her mouth seductively over the fork when he fed her and
closing her eyes at the same time.
You said you could have chosen to do anything you wanted, he
murmured later in the evening when the dishes were cleared and he had
his coffee and aperitif, and she had a flan. Why did you choose English?
It was easy, she said bluntly. My goal was to come back to Spain
after my mission and grad school. I got a job with one of the international schools agencies teaching at an ex-pat high school in Madrid. I
did that for a year before I got this job. I wanted to be in Sevilla and I
wanted to use my doctorate.
And thats where your advisor, Dr.? came in?
Piedmont. Her brow wrinkled and she began to toy with her
utensils. She wouldnt look at him. Yes, she said slowly, but I dont
want to talk about that.
Interesting. What would you have been if you hadnt decided to do
the easiest thing?
She hesitated. Chewed on her bottom lip. Still wouldnt look at
him. An engineer, she said softly. Like tienne. He has two degrees,
mechanical and electrical. I thought it would be difficult to get a job
here with that, and I wanted to come back so badly.
Emilio shrugged. So you did what you had to to reach your goal.
Why are you upset?
Again she turned those blue eyes on him, but they were sober. Because it was easy.



So? Why does everything have to be hard to be worthwhile? You

had a goal. You chose the option most likely to get to it. It wasnt the
easy path. It was the one with the best odds of success.
She blinked and looked away as if shed never thought of it that
way. Indeed, she had a lot of odd ways of looking at things.
Do you not like teaching? Or your subject matter?
Ha! If I didnt like it I wouldnt do it. She took a deep breath and
thought for a moment. When I say its easy, Im not referring only to
how it would be as compared to engineering. Im referring to how difficult it is for others in my profession to do it. Many othersscholars
who are highly regarded and do excellent workfind it difficult, and I
dont. I type out a paper, edit it once or twice, have somebody proof it,
send it off to the journal. It gets published. It just happens. Its like
magic. Others struggle. I dont.
He watched her while she spoke, her expression one of bewilderment and possibly Does this make you feel guilty?
She rolled her eyes. No, of course it wouldnt. It makes me wonder
what Im missing, like a flavor in a dish that I cant taste that everyone
else is talking about. If I cant taste that flavor, then Im excluded from
the conversation. I dont care about the exclusion. I care that Im missing something others find noteworthy and I want to understand the
noteworthy thing. Or that Im missing something I should be doing, and
am not, but I cant figure it out.
But then the day comes when I do figure it out and realize theyve
been struggling with something Ive been doing effortlessly for years.
They just called it something else, and Ive been wasting my mental energy trying to get to the next level. There is no next level. It stops with
me. Im at the top.
Im sure your colleagues write things you havent thought about



Of course they do, but it takes them years to do it. I love it when
they give me something new to chew on, but it takes so long. My work
It takes me a month. Maybe. To write something that my colleagues
find groundbreaking. Furthermore, all I need is a moment. A word. A
silence. A note of a song I sang the Saturday before. And the words appear on the paper.
There was something there, in the words she chose, in her slightly
bewildered tone, that caught Emilios attention. He said nothing and
fed her while he tried to tease it out.
And then he did.
You think youre too smooth.
She blinked and trained those gorgeous eyes on him, the corners of
her mouth turning up slightly. Yes. Yes, thats it, exactly.
He raised one eyebrow and fed her a strawberry. But if the fans
like it and the sportswriters like it and the manager and promoters and
trainer like it and youre awarded the Fine Arts medal And the boss
likes it and the audience likes it and the record executive likes it
There is still going to be one person out there who knows youre a
fraud and calls you on itprobably the least likely person youd ever
He leaned into her and whispered, I thought you didnt care about
other peoples opinions.
She moved her head slightly. Slowly. Until her mouth was almost
at his. I care, she whispered in return, the sound sweet with strawberry and lemon, about my opinion. In my opinion, I am a fraud.
Again the kiss was there, hanging in the air between them, a breath
away. Neither one of them moved, and Emilio could not look away
from her eyes, so cold they burned, begging him to kiss her. Her eyelids



lowered. Her bottom lip opened. She took the breath

She never moved away, but her eyelashes fluttered and suddenly she
was looking at the table instead of into his eyes. How did you She
cleared her throat. Ah, how did you get into bullfighting?
Under other circumstances, that would have made him smile, but
not now. He was too tense. For someone who claimed to be frigid, she
was too wound up, and Emilio hadnt spent enough time with her to
have done it. Furthermore, she had always been at perfect ease with
No, Emilio wasnt the one whod wound her up so tight shed shatter with an accidental brush of a thumb across her nipple. He was picking up where the last onewhoever he washad left off, and Emilio
would be damned if he let her go before hed fully unwound her.
It took him a second to collect himself. It was a dare. I was fourteen or so. Do you know how common back-alley bullfighting is?
She nodded.
I took the dare. Won some money. Did it again. Helped my father
support my family. Got through college and graduate school. Thats
another reason they dont want me to dirty up the faculty roster. Not
only am I a torero, I trained in back alleys instead of a proper school.
She smiled weakly, taking little peeks at his mouth, still as wrapped
up in the kisses that hadnt happened as he was.
But my father died and my family needed a lot of money fast, so I
went back into bullfighting to pay the bills. I got better and better, and
now here we are.
But you said you had patents, so you came up with stuff on your
He nodded. I haveor, hadno idea how to exploit those. Sebastian told me to patent them and hired a patent attorney for me, so I



didnt really have to do anything at all. He paused. For what its

worth, I had the same problem in grad school you have now.
She blinked. Impostor syndrome?
He nodded. It was challenging but not difficult.
Her smile was tinged with melancholy. Maybe thats why Kilgore
doesnt think youre serious. Are you going to go ahead and apply for
the position again next year even though you know youll get turned
He paused and blinked, suddenly jerked out of his desire.
He looked down at his coffee.
He thought a moment. I dont know. I forgot all about it.

well, whatever you did last night, its working, Lydia announced the next morning and slapped a newspaper in front of Victorias plate.
Ooooh, she said, picking up the tabloid. American songstress Velvet,
El Draques latest flame. Hm. That makes me sound like a throwaway.
You knew that going in, Lydia pointed out.
Yeah, but it looks different from this angle. There were pictures
of them going into the restaurant and coming out again. She was clinging to Emilio, but looking away from him and smiling at others while
Emilio looked only at her. Do I really come off this way?
Lydia craned her neck to look. No. I mean, you do it that way, but
it always looks like youre having a tte--tte with a friend. Last night,
you were on.
Does it look fake?
To me it does. I cant speak for anybody else.
Because if it looks fake, then its going to backfire.
The phone rang then, and Victoria studied the pictures more while
Lydia got the phone. But then Its for you.
Vellllvitt, growled a male voice on the other end.
Victoria scowled. Am I officially fired now?
No, Leo gritted. My accountant tells me it would be advantageous for you to resume your Saturday-night duties.



Well, wasnt this a surprise! Thats nice, Victoria said airily.

Yes or no?
I want a raise and back pay for the two weeks I was suspended,
plus tips.
He heaved an aggrieved sigh. Fine. Two-fifty a week.
Six hundred.
Fine, he snapped. But only if you make sure Bautista comes with
you. No Dragon, no pay. And you still have to sing.
Victoria should have seen that coming, so it wasnt a surprise so
much as an annoyance. Ill talk to him. If he says no, well have to renegotiate.
Whatever we do, this time were going to get it in writing.
He hung up.
Dont let him lock you into an open-ended contract, Emilio told
her two days later after hed shown up at her office with lunch. Theyd
made themselves comfortable at one of the tables in the university cafeteria. Im not willing to show up at Leos every Saturday night for more
than three months, but you need to have a longer term that doesnt depend on my attendance.
She looked at him where he sat across from her, unpacking the
lunch his cook had prepared.
Singing at Leos is a hobby, she answered. Id do it for free. Negotiating a contract is too much effort for a hobby.
I happen to know youre bringing in most of his Saturday room
revenue, and you deserve a good cut of that.



If attendance goes up, itll be because youre there. Itll go back

down again once youre gone.
No. By that time, your albums will be getting play and theyll be
there for the same reason I wasto hear you sing live. Ill be irrelevant
by then.
Emilio would never be irrelevant to her, and right now, he was very
relevant to everyone else, too. The two of them were gathering a lot of
attention, but then, that was the point. Her real name had been outed
within thirty-six hours of their date, as had where she worked and what
she did.
A professor! At the prestigious Covarrubias University! In the international business department!
With that bit of information, the throwaway tenor of the tabloid
pieces had trickled to almost nothing, but very few people at the university was happy about it. Ching was furious. The rector was irritated.
The board was conflicted about what, if anything, to do about it, but
Sanz was ecstatic. He encouraged her to continue the relationship and
reiterated that he expected her to grind Emilios ego to bitsthe more
public, the better.
I didnt expect this, she murmured as she ate. The immediacy.
He shrugged. Fame is a fickle thing. They build you up one minute
and slash you to pieces the next. Im used to it, so I forgot that part of it
when I proposed this. You know this isnt going to be easy, right?
She huffed. Do I ever take anything personally?
He chuckled. Point taken.
When do we put out the rumor Im a virgin?
I will escort you home Saturday night. You will go to church Sunday. You will allow yourself to be tailed. You will go to the corrida as
usual. Ill have my people drop the right hints in the right ears.



Saturday night, Emilio asked her to dance to the house music in between sets. I cant dance, she gritted as he swept her into his arms.
We arent going to be moving that much, he murmured as he
palmed her butt and pressed her to him. The point is to make it clear
Im attempting to seduce you, and youre oblivious. Itll confuse everybody until you go to church tomorrow.
No, she wasnt oblivious. But she was getting used to feeling so fluttery when they were close, when he touched her back, when he pressed
against her.
She went breathless every time she thought about the kisses that
hadnt happened.
And wished they had.
Church was an adventure. No one knew what to do about the paparazzi outside, and a few men in the elders quorum had to post themselves at the doors to keep the cameras out. Her bishop called her in his
office, and he was furious.
What is going on? he demanded. You were on the front of the
sports section draping yourself all over El Draque.
Victoria sighed and told him the whole of it.
He sat silent for a moment after shed finished, his brow wrinkled
in thought. So for you, this is about your job at the university.
She nodded wearily and rubbed her temples between her fingers.
Its a way to boost residual income from my CD sales to give me a
cushion when they fire me, which Well, Ill be surprised if I get a
contract next year.
He sighed. Hermana LaMontagne, I am not quite sure what to
say. From the moment you walked into the mission home eleven years
ago, I have worried about your fascination with him.



Not him! Bullfighting.

You broke mission rules to see him fight.
Noooo, he just happened to be on the cartel that day.
There were disadvantages to having a bishop who had also been
ones mission president when one was young and in love with her assigned locale.
Hrmph. I do not like this. I do not like him. He will lead you down
the wrong path. If you wanted to date a torero that badly, could you
not have chosen any other one? Frederico, perhaps. He seems like a nice
boy. Relatively speaking.
I dont know any others and I wasnt trying to date a torero and
were not dating. Were friends!
He is not your friend, Victoria. He doesnt want to be your friend.
He is not doing this to help you.
Victoria! As much as you date, it worries me that this man is the one
you cannot see for who he really is. I am sorry we are currently out of
worthy Latter-day Saints for you and the other single sisters to date, and
I am sorry that you will have no other option than to marry a nonmember if you find one who loves you. But El Draque is not that man.
She slumped back in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
His name is Emilio, she muttered.
I know what his name is! he snapped. His name is Vice. Temptation. Sin. I am not your mission president anymore, so I cannot order
you to obey or send you home. But I am not happy. Furthermore, you
must do something about the photographers. We cannot have these
people here intruding on our Sabbath simply because one ward member is perpetrating a publicity stunt.



I know. Ill stay away until it dies down.

I dont want that. I want to keep you close, to help you resist temptation, since you will not stop flirting with it.
Then figure out something else.
That discussion hurt, and she drove home utterly dejected.
She wasnt surprised when Emilio showed up on her doorstep late
that night demanding to know why she hadnt been at the next-to-last
corrida hed have in Sevilla this season. I had prepared to dedicate a
bull to you.
Did anybody know that? she asked wearily and plopped on her sofa, putting her bare feet up on the coffee table.
Then you didnt end up looking like a fool, did you?
He dropped beside her and, as usual, they were pressed hip to hip
and shoulder to shoulder. There was some question as to your whereabouts, but I said you were on unexpected errands of mercy, as members of the Mormon church are wont to be.
That was mildly amusing. My bishop is mad about the paparazzi.
Hes mad about lots of other things, too. I decided to not go back to
church until this is over with.
Emilio said nothing, but they sat together in the quiet and the
gloom of the streetlamps outside her front windows. The curtains sang
as sweet breezes swept through the balcony doors and through the
apartment. She sighed when he picked up her hand and fingered her
chunky bracelet.
You know what the press is calling you now?
Mmm, no.
Professor Velvet.
She laughed suddenly, flattered. Thats cute.



Innocent and respectful.

Meaning, I may not be as much of a throwaway as the others.
He shifted a little. A throwaway?
Emilio, she said wearily, every woman attached to you is seen
that way. Im no different.
You are different, he rasped. Dont ever think youre not.
Im not going to argue the point. You have history. Lots of it.
Victoria He stopped abruptly, as if he had run out of words.
She waited, but he sighed heavily and continued to stroke her
bracelet with his thumb. Pyrite, he murmured after a while, then
plucked at a green, pink, and white stone. Whats this?
Watermelon tourmaline.
She watched as he examined her jewelry with something akin to a
scientists curiosity, which would make sense.
Pyrites cheap, he said thoughtfully.
Its also pretty and never worn for jewelry.
She felt herself blush a little when he slid her a glance she couldnt
decipher. Theres more to it than sparkles and originality.
Victoria couldnt help her small, delighted smile. Do you know
what we call pyrite in the US? Fools gold. She looked down at his big,
dark hands holding her slightly smaller, pale one. I have done a lot of
very foolish things in my life, she said softly. When I was six, I got
separated from my family in Paris. I had a little money. In my six-yearold wisdom, I assumed everyone would just go home. So I hopped
the Mtro and went home.
No reaction. She glanced up at him, and he was fondling the tourmaline in her bracelet but he was listening to her.
tienne went to MIT. I wanted to go there, too, but my parents
said it was too far away. So I settled for Brigham Young. They didnt



like that, either. I didnt want to go to the University of Missouri in

Kansas City because that was within walking distance of my house. I
wanted to go away. Lawrence, Kansas was seventy kilometers away and
as far away as I was allowed to go.
When I was twenty, I decided to go on a mission. I was graduating
and I had to get away from Kansas City, but I didnt know where I
wanted to go or what Id do there. My parents laughed it off as if I
werent serious because wed already had the fight about where Id go to
college. They werent about to let me go on a mission. My brothers
helped me slip the paperwork through and the second I turned twentyone, I was on a plane. tienne paid for my whole mission.
Emilio squeezed her hand a tiny bit.
She took a little breath, and continued. When I came home, my
parents were still mad about the mission, but Id gotten home safe and
sound, so everything was fine again. But grad school with an English
degree. What was the point? I needed something useful and safe and
solid for someone like me. Like being a secretary. Nursing was mentioned.
Emilio barked a laugh, which made her grin at him. Exactly! But
my goal was to come back to Spain, which, by this time, I knew better
than to say out loud. I got into grad school, which was easy. Getting
through it wasnt. Piedmont made me work harder than anybody ever
had or ever has since. He demanded everything I had and a whole lot
more, and he demanded it in record time. Two years. I didnt care if he
liked me or not. I was just happy that somebody finally saw what I was
capable of and required I do that and more. Im not sure Id have such a
deep sense of being an impostor now if he hadnt shown me how far I
could go if I expended some real effort.
He hummed but said nothing for a few seconds. Thats why you



resent that note and what it represents, that now you know why he
wanted to get you through your program so quickly.
She nodded. I had really good feelings for him and then he had to
go and ruin it. She took a deep breath. I knew I wanted to get a job
teaching because that was the most efficient way to get back here. My
parents were I cant even tell you how angry they were. So there I
was, in Madrid teaching high school English and wanting to get to Sevilla. I started applying to all the universities here and elsewhere in Andalusia the minute I got my luggage into my new apartment and dug
out my computer. By this time, theyd figured out I wasnt going to stop
trying to get back to Spain.
Emilio chuckled.
To them, working for an American firm in an expatriate communityand where they told me to stay putwas the least of a few evils.
Well, I didnt stay in the ex-pat community. Then I got hired at Covarrubias University
And they didnt like it that youd stepped out of your American
Right, and my employer wasnt a US firm anymore and I wasnt in
Madrid, which has a huge ex-pat community. I cant even imagine what
would happen if they knew about Leos or the CDs. So here I am, some
years later, being in Spain, wasting my voice lessons singing in a nightclub-slash-nunnery
Emilio laughed again.
which, I will have you know, most nice Mormon girls wouldnt
I wondered about that.
and I am a very nice Mormon girl



doing exactly what I wanted to do, not one misstep along the
way, and my parents still think that everything I have done is pure foolishness.
What would they rather you be doing?
They would rather I live at home where they can keep an eye on
So Sebastian said. Why?
She rolled her neck on her shoulders to give him her duh look. Im
special. tienne is also special. Hed be in the same boat I am, except he
found his wife as soon as he was let off his leash, and they are confident
in Tesss ability to manage tiennes specialness.
At his continued look of bewilderment, she said, Were freaks.
Mentally. Or something. My mother and father are normal. Theyve
never known quite what to do with us. Now, add to that: My oldest
brother got hit by a car when he was ten and died, my older sister has
Downs syndrome and couldnt pick me out of a lineup, my immediately older brother is a social worker in inner city Kansas City getting shot
at every day, my twin thinks hes a pirate, and my two younger sisters
dress like Pippi Longstocking and Marilyn Manson, respectively. I
dont know their interests or talents or if theyre normal because right
now theyre doing what girls that age do.
I, however, am a college professor who dresses like I just came off a
catwalk. I happen to live in Spain and my biggest sin is breaking the
Sabbath to go to the bullfights.
Youre the most normal one of them all.
She nodded. They cant see past the Victoria theyve constructed
in their head.
Emilio sighed heavily and shook his head, closing his fist gently over
one of the rocks. Im sorry about your brother. What was his name?



Julien. I dont remember him very well. I was three or four when
that happened.
What is your older sisters name?
Arsne. My younger sisters are Clie and Aime. And my older
brother is Felix.
Ah, very French. Sebastian said your mother sends him here to
check on you. Why dont they come here to check on you?
I get mad and refuse to talk to them because they question everything about my life, right down to whats in my refrigerator and medicine cabinet.
Do you talk to them?
She shrugged. My mom calls every couple of months. We talk for
about a half hour, I guess.
Emilios thumbs caressed the rough surface of the mineral. He
turned it over, examined it. Fools gold, he murmured. You find gold
every time you do what your parents think is foolish.
She paused. There is one thing theyve been right about.
Nothing I did. Just who I am. Part of why they want me to
move back home is to protect me from the harsh reality that no man
will ever love me.
His body tensed a little bit. Youre only thirty-two, he murmured.
Theres plenty of time.
Its not about time, she said airily. Time isnt going to fix me. Its
about the fact that I am unlovable. What they dont understand is that
I am perfectly aware of this and I dont need to be protected from big
bad reality.
The pyrite, she continued, reminds me that, while I might be special and I might not be able to win friends and influence people, and I



will never get married because no man would be able to stand me that
long, every foolish thing I have done has brought me to where I want to
be. And where I want to be is on my couch being a normal person talking with a normal person who is a chemist. They would be very impressed.
He burst out laughing. A torero. Thats not normal, by anyones
She wrinkled her nose with her conspiratorial grin. I wouldnt tell
them that part.
It sounds to me like they love you very much.
She paused. Too much.
Perhaps they dont want to lose you the way they lost your oldest brother.
Victoria blinked. Scowled. tienne doesnt get treated this way.
Why me?
Your older brother had already died when you got separated from
your parents in Paris, no?
She nodded.
And werent you hit by a car? You said you were in the hospital for
a while. How old were you when that happened?
Ten, she said slowly.
It had been such a long time ago, her external scars all camouflaged
by her freckles and her other wounds long forgotten. I had some internal injuries and a concussion, she added hesitantly, Emilios point beginning to seep into her brain.
He said nothing.
I never thought of it that way, she whispered, sorrow and shame
that she never thought of it washing over her.
It is a great leap of faith to let your children go. He shrugged. I



dont have children He paused. that I know of. But Im old

enough to be my siblings father, and Ive acted like it since our father
died. They do all still live at home, but thats by their choice.
Are you taking my parents side, then? she asked low.
I can empathize, yes. But if my siblings proved that they were successful in everything they tried, that they keep climbing the ladder of
life without falling and theyre happy, at some point, Id have to concede
that they knew what they were doing and leave them to it.
She could feel the emotions warring in her now. Thats why Ive
been mad. I keep proving it, but they dont see it.
Perhaps, when they think of the things you do, the only thing they
can feel is the panic when their precious daughter was lost to them the
way their precious son wastwice.
Victoria, awash in great amounts of emotion she didnt understand,
sighed helplessly.
Emilio gathered her up closer in his arms until her head was against
his shoulder. It was her favorite thing, to curl up with Emilio, and now
she needed his strength and insights to seep into her. Occasionally she
wished she could do that, think about what other people might be
thinking or feeling and extrapolate motives. It must be a useful skill.
Speaking of your twin, he finally said, his baritone voice a comforting rumble in his chest. I have deadlines this week. I probably
wont be able to see you or call until Saturday night.
Thats okay, she said, yawning. Summer term ends in three
weeks and I have to prepare for finals. I only have two weeks of intersession after that, so Ill be prepping for fall term and I usually dont
come up for air.
Good. Convenient. He paused. Youre getting radio play. Did
you know that?



Victoria gasped and shot up straight, gaping at him. Are you serious?
He smiled at her and the thought briefly crossed her mind how
much she loved his smile. On the pop stations. What is old has become
new again, wrapped up in a package with a beautiful bow. Who can resist you?
She rolled her eyes. Anybody whos spent more than twenty-four
hours with me.


that woman was going to drive him out of his mind, he thought
darkly as he showered. Her bodys constant proximity to his was maddening. She had no compunction about cozying and curling up with
him, but she never touched him with her hands. A hug here and there
was about as demonstrative as she got, and only when he had done or
said something she found extraordinarily delightful.
What those things were, he couldnt predict or hed avoid them like
the plague because he wanted her so badly he could barely stand to be
around her. Something had to give because he didnt know how much
longer he could resist her and he was pretty sure hed spent more than
twenty-four hours with her.
Not only was she getting airplay, she was getting a lot of it. Nonstop. Her CDs were climbing the Spanish pop charts and now he wondered if it would spread outside of the country.
She never made much of a splash in the US, but shes big in Spain!
Hed never in his life imagined being married to a celebri
He hadnt just thought that, had he?
His chin dropped to his chest and he leaned against the wall.



God help me, he whispered.

Somehow he finished his shower and wandered into the kitchen for a
beer. He was sitting at the table when his mother strode in looking for a
late-night snack. She was brisk now, her back straight, her energy infectious. She had gotten an attractively cut and styled wig in her original
blonde, and she had begun wearing makeup again. His sisters had taken
her shopping for new clothes. Hed noticed, but hadnt said anything.
You look good, Mam.
I agree, she said vaguely as she stood in front of the refrigerator inspecting its contents. She opened the freezer and took out a tv dinner,
threw it in the microwave, then cast him a glance while it cooked.
When should I expect Velvet for dinner? she asked cheerfully.
Or should I say, Dr. LaMontagne, who asks you such interesting questions?
Emilio sighed and looked down at the table.
Emilio! I want to meet her, not bite her head off.
He shook his head. Its a publicity stunt to boost her CD sales.
Thats it.
She didnt say anything. The microwave beeped. There were noises
of utensil-getting and drink-pouring and chair-scraping and bite-taking.
You have never been able to lie to me, mi hijo, she said after a while.
You are in love with her and if you lie to me about that, I will thrash
He laughed softly.
But he didnt say anything.
Id like to see you married before I die.
That is unlikely, he mumbled.
Speaking of my imminent death, you forgot my doctors appointment Friday.



His head snapped up. Oh, Mam, Im sorry!

She waved that off. Cristina took me. The doctorthe one who
wanted to keep me on chemo and radiation? He scheduled me for a biopsy tomorrow, so whatever you are doing, cancel it. He is not happy
to have been proven wrong. Forcing him to admit he was wrong was
difficult. But there was less cancer on the x-ray, so the biopsy is to find
out why.
She took another bite and chewed in silence because Emilio
couldnt formulate anything to say. He was ecstatic, but wary. And his
wariness smothered his ecstasy until it went away because hope was not
something he could afford to indulge in.
So if you are waiting until after I die to marry, it may be a long
He tried not to smile, but it was difficult.
She waved a fork. I know, I know. You do not want to get your
hopes up. I am happy I will not die a miserable, dried-up old prune.
No, I am simply happy, because I refuse to take anything for granted,
particularly my children. Youre drinking beer.
Of course she would notice that. He drank beer when he had a lot
on his mind. It relaxed him enough to be able to start a rough sort
through a situation without getting hung up on details, but not enough
to allow him to ignore it.
Tell her.
She wouldnt believe me, he muttered, thinking about Sebastians
take on Lydias predicament. It hadnt been analogous then, but it was
now. It hasnt been two months since we met, and I have no credibility. Just like Jack Blackwood. She knows too much about my history.
Mm, well, I did warn you about that, I believe.
So you did, he said low.



Emilio. She bored her index finger into the table. Dr. Victoria
LaMontagne will be here Wednesday evening for supper.
Emilio sighed. There were few things Dolores asked of him, and
even fewer that she demanded.
But what she asked for, he gave her.
What she demanded, he gave to her as fast as humanly possible.

supper was an unmitigated disaster.

For Emilio.
And only for Emilio.
Victoria had charmed Dolores the moment they met, when Victoria stared at her in open-mouthed shock, studying her up and down
before blurting, I expected you to look awful!
Emilio had dropped his face in his palm. His siblings were gaping at
Victoria. So was Dolores, until she started to laugh, then laugh harder
until she couldnt catch her breath.
Victoria, oblivious to everything else, hastened to guide her gently
to a chair and ask her over and over if she needed a drink or anything,
but Dolores, still in the throes of hilarity, tears running down her
cheeks, simply shook her head. She couldnt speak.
Oh, I am so, so sorry, Victoria said, panicked, taking Doloress
hand and petting it. That was a terrible thing to say, wasnt it? I have
no manners at all. I shouldnt be allowed out without duct tape over my
mouth. I meant to say that you look wonderful. Well, as wonderful as
someone with cancer can, I suppose.
That was when Cesar, Emilios oldest half-brother, began to laugh.
Max had been pressing his fist to his mouth, and now Emilio knew
why, because he started to snicker. Pilar and Cristina looked at each



other with their lips pulled between their teeth.

Emilio sighed and waved everyone off to the dining room so he
could take care of this. It was too late. Dolores adored her. His siblings
thought she was hilarious.
He was trapped.
After Dolores had calmed and Victoria was mostly reassured that
she wasnt offended, Victoria proceeded to grill every person at the table about every detail of their lives. Thoughtless, tactless things fell out
of her mouth like a waterfall, and every last one of them ate it up.
You remind me of my mother, Dolores said after she wound
down from another bout of rousing laughter. She would say exactly
what was on her mind. She was not popular in the village, but everyone
knew where they stood with her.
Victoria grinned. I knew it couldnt just be me!
Dolores shook her head. I will suppose this makes things difficult
at your job?
Very, Victoria returned matter-of-factly. She told the story of the
lazy student with the lazy government official father who was too lazy
to proposition her properly.
What would a proper proposition be? Dolores challenged with a
wicked grin.
Victoria thought for a moment. Im not sure, she finally admitted
cheerfully. Ive never been properly propositioned.
Emilio caught the significant look Dolores cast at him, but Victoria
didnt. Thankfully, she also missed his siblings pointed expressions of
encouragement and demands.
Since you are straightforward and we are family, Dolores said.
Emilio almost choked. The papers say you claim to be a virgin.
This would not end well.



Victoria nodded matter-of-factly. I am.

This is a strict teaching of your church, no?
Yes, but its never been a problem for me. Im frigid.
Every person at that table choked, except Emilio, whod been
counting the seconds until she said it. Victoria reached over and
pounded Dolores on the back and, again worried, asked her over and
over again if she was okay.
Emilio smirked at the now-horrified glances cast his way. That
would teach them.
If youd not say that to the press, Emilio drawled, it would be
She huffed at him. Emilio, I am not stupid.
No, but you start talking and pretty soon, your brains are all over
the floor.
She paused and considered that, then nodded. Youre right. Stop
me before I get to that point.
Oh, I will.
On second thought, it might actually help.
No, he said flatly, without explanation. Somewhere, somehow,
somebody would find out he actually had gotten her in bed, and he
could count on at least a few reporters speculating that hed raped her.
She glared at him and growled, but snapped, Fine.
Finallyfinally!Dolores said, Well, mi hija, I have had a lovely
evening with you. It has been so lovely with so much laughter, I am
worn out and I will sleep very well tonight. I would like to begin that
right away.
They were best friends by the time Emilio got Victoria out of his
house and into the car.
But by the time they reached her front door, he realized she was



upset. About what, he couldnt fathom because shed won the souls of
every member of his family.
Hed started to ask her, to talk to her, to find out what was wrong,
but she flashed him that fake smile again and closed the door in his
And for once in their very short acquaintance, he had no clue what
to do for her.


victoria was so very grateful she and Emilio had heavy workloads this weekexcept for that disastrous dinner where shed said
every possible thing wrong. Theyd been in stitches, all rightat her.
The harder shed tried to say the right things, the worse it got, but
the best she could do was tough it out. It was so rare Victoria was embarrassed about anything she did or said, that now, knowing Emilios
family found her a laughingstock, she was mortified.
Im frigid.
How? Why?
It was painful.
Deeply, darkly painful.
Shed said little on the way home, sitting on her side of the back
seat and Emilio sitting on his. Shed looked out the window, but when
Emilio asked her quietly if something was wrong, shed flashed him her
most well-practiced brilliant smile and chirped, Goodness, no! She
might have attempted to say how lovely his family was, but itd come
out wrong, so she kept her mouth shut.
you start talking and pretty soon, your brains are all over the floor.
It hadnt hurt when hed said it. It was only later, in the car, in the
silence, that she understood. He didnt think much more of her than
his family did, and he was helping her only because he wanted to get
her in bed. Just like every other interesting man whod bothered to chat



with her for more than an hour.

The mystery woman in the stands he couldnt catch: Gone.
The mystery singer at a club he couldnt get into: Gone.
Victoria LaMontagne, thoughtless, rude, and completely clueless:
Present and accounted for.
Shed flashed him another smile right before shed chirped goodnight and quietly closed the door.
And now she was lying on her bed, curled up and aching for what
couldnt be. She didnt know what that would be if it could be, but
whatever it couldve been couldnt be now.
Crud, shed even confused herself.
Harriet, that girl of yours screeches worse than a three-year-old trying to play
a violin. Youre wasting your money on voice coaches.
Trudy, you shut your mouth before I shut it for you.
Oh, good ol Aunt Trudy was back, her voice popping up in Victorias head in rare moments of doubt, her mothers much-younger sister,
who gleefully made sure her and her cousins sorest spots were stripped
open for her hot-iron pleasure. It had never affected tienne much.
Victoria had walked around as if she were oblivious, but she couldnt
hide her vague bewilderment at her aunts random cruelty. It simply
made no sense.
Victoria didnt screech, it was true. But on rare occasions like this,
the Aunt Trudy in her head could say anything and everythingand
she did. So far as she could remember, this hadnt happened since shed
graduated from KU and caught the first flight back to Europe.
She went to sleep that way, curled up, eyes dry. She didnt cry
much. But she dreamt about Dr. Halvorson.
And Dr. Piedmont.
And El Draque.



She awoke bleary-eyed and dragged herself to work, dragging the

paparazzi along behind her. She lectured so properly, one of her students had raised his hand to ask her if something was wrong. It was
Thursday. If she never had to see Emilio again, it would be too soon,
but now her salary at Leos depended on his presence.
It grew dark in her office, but Victoria didnt feel like going home.
What would she do there that she couldnt do at work? She turned the
lights on. Called the caf down the street for delivery. Slapped a stack
of blue books on her desk. Did some filing and book rearranging. Paid
the delivery boy. Plopped in her desk chair.
And did nothing.
She was a good teacher, dammit. Her students got hired.
She was a good linguist, dammit. Her ideas got traction.
She was a good writer, dammit. Her papers got published.
She was a good scholar, dammit. She was somewhere around the
top of the English-as-a-Second-Language food chain for a reason.
Even if she did crush students egos, and then so what. There was
still her body of work.
Even if she couldnt get tenure, and then so what. There was still
her body of work.
Even if she was a fraud, and then so what. There was still her body
of work, and she defied anybody to try to discredit it.
She was an adequate singer, not a great one, and no voice teacher
was going to make her one. And then so what. She sang the kind of
music she liked, got lots of fawning praise and starry-eyed admiration,
an occasional sonnet and lots of flowersand got paid for it.
Getting paid for a hobbynow that was an accomplishment, and it
didnt matter if she was a fraud. Nobody cared.
Its got a good beat and you can dance to it.



Her life was at a crossroads, but all her roads led to some vast landscape of nothing because they all petered out. Scraggly asphalt turning
into deeply pitted and sectioned concrete turning into axle-breaking
gravel into dirt and finally into endless scorched sparse prairie.
And it didnt matter if her CDs made money. It didnt matter if she
got famous. Because if she wasnt teaching, the only use shed have for
the money while wandering the sparse prairie of her life was as kindling.
She wasnt lonely; she liked solitude, although she could only take
so much before she needed attention. Growing up with an older sister
with special needs, an activist older brother who was constantly in
trouble, and a twin who needed as much attention as Victoria did and
got more, had left Victoria ignored quite a bit of the time.
Alone, shed roamed Kansas City whenever she wanted to get the
attention she needed. They didnt realize tienne was rarely with her
on these jaunts, that he spent most of his time in their fathers workshop gleefully diving into the LaMontagne family tradition of engineering
until, just before she graduated from high school, shed been
stranded at a showcase hotel and spa far north of the metro area because shed driven her date crazy. Shed been on her own so long, it
didnt even occur to her to call her parents to pick her up. She called a
cab, but there were none available to pick her up until morning, so she
got a room and when she checked out the next day, the cab was waiting
for her as promised.
After all that freedom, she was utterly baffled by their panic that she
hadnt come home, she hadnt called, they had no idea where shed gone,
and they didnt know who her date was. Victoria had done what any
smart woman would do, provided she had money to do it. Her confusion
made them angry, her enumeration of all her adventures to prove she was



perfectly capable fed it, and it all spiraled downward from there.
That was when they put her in a straitjacket.
Acceptance letter to MIT, burned.
Acceptance letter to BYU, ripped.
Acceptance letter to Mizzou, crumpled and trashed.
Acceptance letter to KU, slipped in the recycle bin.
Acceptance letter to UMKC gilded and framed.
That was when shed stood her ground, although there was only so
much she could do. Though she felt and acted like an adult, the calendar said she was sixteen. She got to go to KU, but only if she commuted, one hundred miles round trip. She didnt know what that solved,
since being on the road was more dangerous than living on campus.
Didnt her ability to fend for herself count for anything? She didnt
bother anybody; she didnt make demands; she had life skills tienne
would never have and theyd been hard won. She was proud of them.
Arsne couldnt be on her own because along with her Downs syndrome had come severe heart defects. Felix was in and out of jail on behalf of his causes, but he was a boy and his causes were righteous.
tienne had never had to fend for himself because their father plowed
his engineering path for him. Clie and Aime, when they werent helping Arsne, were into things whatever little girls were into.
Overnight, Victoria had somehowand she didnt know quite
howturned into the problem child. She began to live for her twentyfirst birthday when the calendar would announce her adulthood, but
shed faced the same crossroad then as today:
What do I do now?
Victoria did get a Were proud of you and a party for graduating from
She got a reluctant Were proud of you and a party for completing a



mission honorably, but a week-long dressing-down for disappearing for

the three months she was at the Missionary Training Center in Utah
until shed allowed tienne and Felix to tell them she was in Spain.
She got a Thats lovely, sweetheart, but what are you going to do with it? for
earning the doctorate she had paid for because her parents refused to.
Every congratulations came with a caveat. Victoria, sweetheart, please
stop this. We love you and we want to protect you. Please settle down and well
figure out what you can do with your life. Temp services are always hiring. Or
you could find a trade.
And then shed gotten a prestigious job teaching overseas. I am
leaving. If you want me to stay, youre going to have to get a court order to admit
me to a psychiatric hospital, and you will never be able to prove Im crazy.
It was only Felixs intervention that kept them from packing up the
girls and following her to Spain.
Are you nuts? Shes twenty-two and shes proven over and over again she can
function on her ownunlike tienneso whats the problem? Crud, Id want
to get out of the country, too. If you ever want her to speak to you or see you
again, lethergo.
She had conceded to allowing her fathers boyhood friendwho
was quite familiar with Madridto help her get settled, and he had
traveled from Toulouse to do it. Though she was perfectly capable of
doing it herself, she was happy shed accepted the offer, since he was a
lot of fun and made her arrival not only smooth, but special.
Victoria always landed on her feet. Shed had to.
So why was she doing this stupid masquerade? She was going to get
fired eventually because Dr. Ching simply did not like her. She couldnt
blame him for that. Not many people liked her, which was fine, until
her job depended on someones opinion of her.
And Victoria would land on her feet.



Her overarching goal was financial independence. That was nonnegotiable. It remained no matter what happened. Her living expenses
were minimal and she faithfully put half her paycheck away every payday, letting Sebastian work his magic on it until she had enough to buy
her apartment building.
That had always been her plan and Sebastian had agreed, surprised
by her foresight. It would give her a better source of residual income
than finicky CD sales. But, as Emilio had pointed out, if she really did
want it, she wouldnt spend so much money on her shoes, perfume, and
bullfight ticketsin the shade yet.
She couldnt get married. Nobody could stand her for long.
She wouldnt have a family. Heaven help any child who had to put
up with her.
Im frigid.
She winced.
Even church was off limits to her until the photographers went
away because her bishop hadnt been able to find a different solution.
She was beautiful. And brilliant.
And so what.
It had never made any difference in the long run. Or the short run,
either, depending on how run was defined.
She knew exactly what she wanted, but those two things depended
on decisions somebody else had to make, so they remained vague hopes.
She jumped sky high when the door opened abruptly. Her mouth
tightened. Dr. Ching.
Dr. LaMontagne, he returned, walking into her office and arranging
himself genteelly in a wing chair in front of her desk.



What do you want? she asked wearily, rubbing her temple, only
vaguely realizing she was speaking English. It didnt matter. And why
does it have to be tonight?
It has to be tonight, he returned haughtily in perfect English, examining his fingernails, because you refuse my invitations to meetings
and personal interviews.
She dropped her hand and stared at him stonily. Im not sure
whether youre being passive-aggressive or you dont know my schedule,
but you schedule our meetings during my office hours and while Im in
class. Do you really think Im going to blow my students off for your
bureaucratic posturing?
He returned her gaze without flinching.
I cant read your expression, she snapped. Speak plainly. In words
I will understand.
He sniffed. I dont like you.
She chortled. Oh, theres news! Care to tell me how I hurt your
He rolled his eyes and huffed. You did not hurt my feelings. I dont
like you because I dont know what to expect from you
Her eyebrow rose. Excellence, Ching. You can expect excellence
from me.
except that when I expect you to show up for meetings, I know
to expect that you will not show up.
Hm. Well, at least Im consistent in one area. And now she was at
the end of the asphalt, looking into the vast wasteland of her future.
Ching, just fire me. Get it over with. Yes, you have to put up with me
until May, but after that
Sadly! he snapped. I am not here to fire you.
Victoria scrambled to rearrange her assumptions. Uh okay.



Thats great. I think.

Not for me!
And you are also consistent. I like that in a man.
He snarled at her. This is about the ESL conference.
Oh. That. She let her arms and shoulders drop, and she looked up
at the ceiling. Ching, its being coordinated through the languages department and the U of S is hosting the thing. And in case you didnt
know, I already have three panels and two workshops to run. Why are
you here talking to me about this?
If you had shown up for your meeting with me today, you would
know the answer to that question.
And I already pointed out that you schedule our meetings for
when Im in class and you cant seem to be bothered to write a memo.
Why is that?
He sighed heavily and locked his jaw and looked up at the blackvelvet matador on the wall behind Victorias chair. Victoria watched
him, then more closely when he didnt speak.
That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen, he remarked suddenly.
That made her laugh. My grandmother gave it to me.
Ah. Well. Hm. He poked his thumb and forefinger in his eyes
and began to rub them. We have a problem.
Well, if youre not going to fire me, whos we? she asked wearily.
We, meaning Covarrubias University and the University of Sevilla.
All of us.
She scowled. What? You and I are in my office at ten oclock at
night to solve ninety thousand students problems?
Yesterday, he continued as if she hadnt spoken, Dr. Weidenkeller died.
Victoria shot up, planted her hands on her desk, and leaned as far



toward Ching as she could. Exams, quizzes, reports, bluebooks, pens

went everywhere. WHAT?!
He didnt answer, but his expression was one of great satisfaction
that hed gotten a reaction out of her and he meant to enjoy it.
That was quite all right with her because she couldnt seem to
Dr. Weidenkeller, one of the leading authorities in the field, was
the opening keynote speaker for this years annual International ESL
Conference, and held so much clout that he could demand anything he
wanted. And one of the things he had wanted was for the venue to be
changed from the University of CaliforniaSan Diego to Covarrubias
University, where ESL was an integral part of all programs.
The conference committee had tried but Covarrubias University
was smallten thousand studentsand didnt have the facilities to
host a global conference. Fortunately, the University of Sevilla, with its
enrollment of eighty thousand, had stepped in to offer its facilities.
This was agreeable to Dr. Weidenkeller.
The change was made.
Department chairs around the world cursed.
Plans and agendas were reorganized.
And now he was dead.
Six weeks before the conference.
Victoria didnt care that he died. She cared that the conference was
doomed. Her panels and workshops were important to her, and not
just because shed have lots and lots of fawning attention.
She flopped onto her desk, her arms outstretched and her cheek
half on top of a scattered pile of papers, looking out over Sevilla twinkling in the darkness.
Ugh. Must you be so melodramatic?



I must, she whimpered. Whos going to give the keynote now?

Then she gasped, her eyes popping open wider. Not Dr. Tomcat!
Ching snorted with what might have been amusement. No. Dr.
Medone spent the day lobbying for the honor, but was denied.
Victoria breathed a long sigh of relief, then mentally went through
the roster of people most likely to be able to show up in Spain to give a
keynote address in such a short time who could also make it worthwhile to attend. She was muttering names to herself, when Ching said,
The replacement keynote has already been chosen.
Victoria turned her head so her chin was propped on her desk and
she was looking at her boss. That was fast. Died yesterday, slotted today? Who?
His eyes narrowed at her. You.
Victorias mind turned to tv snow.
Congratulations, he said testily, arising and heading to the door.
He turned and said flatly, As the only language professor in the International Business Department, you will be representing me. And
Medone is furious that the only language professor even considered for
the honor was the only one not in his department. Do not embarrass
me, Dr. LaMontagne.


when she was summoned to the offices of the chair of languages
the next morning, she ignored it. It was a sore point for Dr. Medone
that Victorias specialty was under the auspices of the business department. Dr. Ching might be her nemesis, but their common enemy was
Dr. Medone, otherwise knownamongst students and faculty alike
as Dr. Tomcat.
There were a lot of things Victoria was willing to do to get tenure.
Jumping through Chings and the administrations hoops was one of
them. Kissing Sanzs butt was another. Moving over to languages and
being under Dr. Tomcats supervision was not.
So she went to class and did exactly what she planned to do. Fortunately, it was a sitcom day, but unfortunately, she couldnt zone out
because she had to gauge who got which jokes, then explain them. She
went back to her office and carried on as if nothing had happened.
It was deep into siesta by the time someone dared intrude on Victorias mood.
Yes, I know, dont embarrass you, blah blah blah, she said vaguely
as she graded papers, never looking up when the door opened abruptly.
Send a memo. Just keep Dr. Tomcat away from me.
Victorias head popped up to see Emilio in the threshold of her office. She flushed immediately.



And he noticed, because he looked at her warily. Whos Dr.

She waved a hand and bent her head again to pretend to grade.
Luigi Medone, she muttered at her papers. Chair of Languages. He
wants me. In bed and in his department. Cant have me either place.
Now upset over Politics. Status. Ching despises him more than I do,
but now Im caught between them. For the moment, at least, Ching and
I are allies. She didnt have the mental energy to explain. She was still
stunned and now Emilio was in her office
Things are getting serious then? he asked quietly.
Do not embarrass me, Dr. LaMontagne.
Emilios presence reminded her of Wednesdays dinner and that,
Leos or not, she was perfectly capable of embarrassing herself on a
stage. She barely managed to speak, and then only because she had to
think about what tv people might say.
How is your mother? Victoria asked airily without looking up.
Have the biopsy results come in?
He hesitated, but answered. The cancer has receded quite a bit. Thirty percent. They have stopped recommending the usual treatments.
Thats excellent news.
Victoria, what happened Wednesday? I thought you were having a
good time.
She gripped her red pen so hard it almost broke. I had a wonderful
Suddenly there was a large hand planted right in the middle of the
test she was grading, and his body was right there next to her, stealing
her breath.
Youre upset.
Im never upset. Sometimes I get mad.
Youve been upset since I took you home Wednesday night. What



did we do?
You and your family were lovely. I, on the other hand, dumped my
brains out all over the floor because I couldnt stop talking.
He breathed Oh so softly she wasnt actually sure she heard it. Victoria, I apologize. I didnt mean to hurt your feelings.
I dont have feelings. Besides, it wasnt anything I didnt deserve.
Your family was right to laugh at me.
He stiffened. At you?
Yes, but I made it so easy, didnt I? Insulting your mother right off
the bat. But every time I tried to say something right, it just got worse.
And I couldnt stop talking and I couldnt stop talking because I was
trying to
She stopped, but only because she was so surprised that hed put his
hand over her mouth. Stop talking, he said. My family adores you.
Victoria sat still, her heart pounding, her nose breathing in the faint
scent of cologne and chemicals and soap, her eyes blinking back moisture, her brain attempting to process that while he waited.
My mother, he said softly after a while, after she hadnt opened
her mouth in all that long while, thinks you are the brightest star in
the sky. Max is half in love with you. Pilar and Cristina want to know
where you shop. Cesar wants to ask rude questions about the US other
people are too polite to ask or answer.
She gulped. Was he lying? She didnt know. She jerked her face
away from his hand and stood, shoving her chair back so hard it hit the
credenza behind her. She walked to the window of her second-floor
office that looked out onto the quad to see Rafael Covarrubias smirking
right back at her as if he knew her.
She took a deep breath and wondered when her world had collapsed.
Suddenly the conference seemed as far away as it had always been because
now Emilio was in her office, turning her inside out and upside down.



Victoria, look at me.

Turning slowly, because she didnt want to, she waited for him to
say something now that she was looking at him. But he said nothing
and she began to study him:
The faint outline of muscular shoulders under his dress shirt.
The slight curve of his hip into his backside mostly covered by
slightly loose khakis.
The calfskin loafers on his feet.
When he still didnt say anything, she started her scrutiny over
again, slowly, from the loafers back to his hips and his shoulders, and
then his face, happy lines faintly carved into his skin.
Like what you see? he asked low.
Her brow wrinkled, because there was something about him that
was suddenly familiar to her in a completely different way. There was
something familiar about the situation and her flutters around him, but
not in the context of their relationship.
She looked down at the floor, unseeing, sifting through her memories, trying to figure out this sense of having done this before.
A widower shed met on her mission, with whom she and her companion had spent quite a bit of time and were rewarded with his conversion to the church.
A bookseller in a shop shed frequented as a teenager, with whom
she had deep conversations about Stoic and Enlightenment philosophers in between customers.
A UMKC engineering professor she met at the Nelson-Atkins art
gallery a few weeks before her mission, and continued to meet two or
three times a week to discuss art until she left.
The friend of her fathers whod spent two months showing her
Madrid and left with a wistful smile.
She focused on Emilios face. You make me feel funny.



You know exactly how I make you feel, he said flatly.

Her mouth tightened and she shook her head. I dont know what
to call it. No. I mean I dont know what I mean!
His brow rose. Most of us call it desire. Last week, when we went
to dinner. What almost happened? Twice?
Thats not important right now, she said impatiently, rubbing her
forehead. Im trying to figure something out. Youre ten years older
than I am.
He rolled his eyes. I dont know what that has to do with this.
You She sighed impatiently. I dont have words for this. I
dont understand. Youre like dj vu all over again.
Oh? he drawled. There have been other men you wanted desperately to kiss?
Dr. Halvorson.
Halvorson was the reason you went on a mission in the first place.
She shook her head in confusion and looked off, out her window
again, trying to understand. But her mind was jumbled and she was
breathless and tears were gathering in her eyes, which was even more
disconcerting because she had to be really shaken up to cry.
Dr. Piedmont.
She jumped, startled, when she felt Emilio behind her, felt his
hands gently closing on her arms. She looked down to see that big hand
against her white blouse, watched his thumb caress her arm while she
was feeling it at the same time.
She shivered and took a deep breath, raising her chin and closing her
eyes against the ceiling when his fingertips barely brushed against her
neck, sweeping her hair away so he could press his lips under her ear.
Ice vagina, she blurted. Remember?
Stop it, he murmured absently against her skin. You and I both
know thats not true and it never was.



The strength of his chest against her back.

The heat of his hands wrapped around her upper arms.
The rigidity of his penis against her backside.
All the while his mouth and tongue did something to her
neck and shoulder.
She leaned back against him.
It was an entirely involuntary response.
You know what this is, he whispered. Acknowledge it.
Ive never felt this before.
Youve felt it, he whispered against her ear. Perhaps not enough
for you to call it something, but youve felt it and I make you want to
feel all of it.
Emilio, she breathed.
Who were they, Victoria? he asked as his mouth moved to the
back of her neck and down her back a little, heading toward the crevice
between her shoulder blades. Who were the others?
She didnt answer. She couldnt.
Much older than you?
Yes, she whispered.
Well worn? Jaded? Brilliant?
Yes, she sighed.
They entertained you, made you laugh.
Yes, she breathed.
They liked you, found you charming.
Yes, she moaned.
And they slipped away from you before you knew what was happening.
Yes, she whimpered.
She released a long breath and gave up, dropping her head forward
to let him do what he wanted. His hands swept up her arms and he



pulled away from her body only far enough to turn her around. She
opened her eyes, lifted her head, and studied his face, the small smile
not of victory, but of camaraderiethen closed them again when he
laid his palms on either side of her face and pulled her to him for a kiss.
Not her first.
Far from her first.
But definitely her first.
She tilted her head and opened her mouth of her own accord. He
accepted the invitation, meeting her tongue halfway, stroking her, sucking on her, doing everything that had been done before, but not like this.
Victoria wrapped her arms around his ribs and dug her manicure into
his back.
He drew her closer to him, where she could feel his strength, her
breasts crushed against his hard chest, and lower, to feel what she did to
him. He tilted his head again and she went with the new position because she could not do otherwise.
All those faces in the past flashed across her mind again, and
though she was fully aware of who was holding her, who was kissing
her, she was also kissing them. The ones who got away.
Because she was too distracted to pay attention to what was swirling around in her lower belly, begging her to notice it.
She felt Emilios hand palming her butt, crushing her hips to his.
He was making a point, shoving it in, and there it wasthat tickle in
her lower belly that wasnt a tickle at all. It was a wave of promisea
hard wave of pleasure, begging fulfillment, ebbing and flowing. And they
were there, in her mind, the lost opportunities.
Yet here she was with this man who delighted her and found her
delightful in spite of herself. She may or may not have had that with
them, too, but she was here with Emilio and Emilio was real and had
none of the qualms the others might have had.



Youre all of them, she whispered into his mouth.

How many? he rasped, now against her cheek.
Six I can name right now. More I cant.
Did they look like me? Now he was at her throat.
You didnt understand.
I was just so happy to have somebody intelligent to talk to
He chuckled suddenly against her skin. Oh, Victoria. You are incomparable.
She gave him a watery smile when he raised his head and planted a
kiss on her nose.
Your brain was so starved for intellectual stimulation it didnt devote any attention to your bodys needs.
She scowled in thought, then nodded slowly. I think yes? I remember now, wanting something else besides, but the wanting was so
He shifted his hips. Feel that? he said low in his throat.
Yes, she breathed, suddenly feeling empty between her legs, as she
should, because it was the correct physiological response. Oh, thank
Are you paying attention? Do you understand now?
Mmm hmmm.
Do you want?
Mmm hmmm.
Because now what would fill her was only a few centimeters away.
Do you want me or all the others, the missed opportunities, embodied in me?
Just you. She could barely speak, she was so lost.



He palmed her chin. Look at me.

Her eyelashes fluttered up. His face was etched with intensity, passion. Let me give you what you want, Victoria, he whispered.
She could make it happen. Right now. That was a choice. A decision.
She pushed away from him a little. Slowly. Reluctantly.
So very reluctantly.
He would not be another one who got awayuntil he got tired of
Im not ready, she murmured, her voice shaky, and II wouldnt
anyway. Not before marriage. But, um, next time this happens, Ill, uh,
know what it is, and IIll have you to thank.
His expression changed so suddenly from intense and passionate to
unreadable she didnt have time to blink. The next time? he asked warily.
I assume there will be someone after you, she said, attempting to
make herself clear up front. But now I wont throw the opportunity
away out of ignorance.
Im a stepping stone for you?
Her brow wrinkled. More like a teething ring. Or the apple. Yes.
You know, the one Eve ate so she could know.
Mother of God, he whispered.
She studied his face and tilted her head. Are you angry with me?
she asked, now bewildered by his expression and the tension in his body.
Uh He released hernearly pushed her away from him as if
burnedand turned away, rubbing at his mouth.
Im not going to make any demands on you, Victoria said quickly
with a touch of panic. Shed already spent two days stewing over having
lost her interesting friend. She didnt want to lose him again. I wasnt
hinting for you to marry me or anything. I know youre not interested
in marriage, much less to me. And even though Ive never really thought
it was a possibility, if I do get married, I would like to get married in my



church. This, between you and me, its a publicity stunt. I know that. I
remember. Please dont think I expect anything from you.
She watched him, standing there in the middle of her office with a
hand on his hip, shaking his head as if he couldnt believe what he was
hearing, then dropping his face in his palm.
Emilio! Listen to what I am saying! I dont want you to think Im
going to be all clingy and stuff. I dont want to lose my friend. Her eyes
were again filling with tears. Twice in one day. That was a record of
epic proportions. Youre one of only two real friends I have!
Goddammit, he hissed, turning and glaring at her. You are
He closed his mouth. Opened it again. Closed, opened. Indescribable.
She gaped at him, totally confused. Emilio! Tell me in words I will
understand what I have done or said that offended you?
A teething ring?! he bellowed. The APPLE?!
Her tears dried immediately. And why is that offensive?! You have
had women all over the world! She pointed to the window. You sleep
with them, you leave them. What are they to you? Nothing. Seora
Sanz, because she was an opportunity to get back at the guy who
wouldnt hire you. Yvette Mallery, a twenty-four-year-old girl thrown
out of Leos because you were done with her and she didnt get the hint. I
may seem oblivious about a lot of things, but I have never kidded myself
that I am any different than they are. I will take whatever training and
enlightenment youre willing to give me up to a point, because I need it
and after thirty-two years, Im not likely to get it from anybody else.
His jaw was practically on the floor. You are not like them, he
said low, hoarse. Dont you dare put yourself in the same category.
She shrugged helplessly. Youre just like Sebastian. Youre just like
Lydiasuh, person. Manslut. Jack. They dont care. You dont care!
Youre so very interesting, and you seem to understand me, and you



make me laugh, but the only thing you want from me is sex, just like the
rest of them. And Im fine with that because first, Im not going to let
that happen and second, I dont expect anything better from you.
But she wanted to.
In fact, it killed her that she couldnt.
He stared at her, dumbfounded. He seemed to not be able to formulate any response, and honestly, Victoria didnt know why he was so
angry, because she was saying all the right things. She knew she was!
And they were factually correct! Why was he angry? Were the words
coming out wrong?
She tried again. Im not trying to insult you, Emilio! Im just stating fact!
That spurred him to action. Into whirlwind action, as he strode
across the office and snatched the door open. Choke on your facts, Victoria.
Victoria winced at the slam of the door, hard enough to rattle the
glass, and realized that shed lost him again.
But this time, she didnt know why.

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