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of
metal and glass. Crisp, clean lines, metal beams, and highly polished floors
reflected the light pouring in through the glass ceiling and walls. “I wasn’t
expecting such a contemporary looking airport.”
    “You’ll
find that Lisbon offers a nice blend of contemporary and historic buildings, a
lot like DC.” He led me away from the other travelers. “We don’t need to go
through customs. I made sure we were pre-cleared.”
    I
gaped at him. “Seriously? I didn’t know you could do that.” We crossed through
a section of the airport that looked more like a shopping mall than a transportation
hub. The place was packed.
    Rafael
pulled me closer. “This way. My car is parked in the parking garage.”
    “You
have a car here?” I shook my head. Rafael had a life I knew nothing about. The
man I’d just agreed to marry had suddenly become a complete mystery to me.
    “Yes.
A 2007 Porsche 911 Turbo. I hope the thing still runs.” We stepped through the
automatic doors and walked toward the garage. The sky was overcast. The
temperature was cool but not cold.
    I
snorted more than laughed. “As if you’d own a car that doesn’t run.”
    Rafael
chuckled. “My attorney took the car to be serviced last week, so it should be
fine. He left the car here earlier this morning.”
    My
jaw fell slack. “Why would you task your attorney with that?”
    Rafael
laughed. “Well, he’s more friend than attorney. He manages housekeeping and
utilities for the flat and services the car. In exchange, I let him drive the
Porsche and loan the flat to some international clients.” He pressed the car
shaped key fob dangling from his other hand.
    The
lights flashed on a sexy metallic silver Porsche. Rafael opened the passenger
door. He held my hand as I sank into the luxurious leather seat. “This car is
gorgeous.”
    He
folded himself into the driver’s seat. “And really fun to drive.” He backed out
of the parking space and idled at the entrance to the garage. A number of cars
drove by before Rafael merged into traffic. Once we exited the airport, he hit
the accelerator and shifted. Hard.
    My
breath caught when the sudden speed slammed me back into the seat. “What are
you doing?” I clutched both sides of the seat.
    Rafael
shifted again. “Don’t worry, everyone drives like a madman in Lisbon.”
    I
glanced at the speedometer. He was pushing one hundred forty-five kilometers
per hour. My chest was pounding. Hard. “We’re going to die.”
    Rafael
laughed. “We’re not going to die. Do you want to eat breakfast, sleep for a
while, or go sightseeing?”
    “Must.
Have. Food,” I panted dramatically. “You burned far too many calories off of me.”
    He
grinned. “Food it is then.”
    I
peered out the window, trying to absorb the city. The buildings surrounding us
were rather contemporary, but white washed buildings with red clay roofs dotted
a nearby hillside. An old stone castle rose above it all.
    Rafael
followed my gaze. “ Castelo de São Jorge. ”
    I
was so immersed in the city that I could only nod.
    Rafael
turned onto a wide avenue that reminded me of the Champs Elysees. “This is the Avenida
da Liberdade. My flat is just a few blocks up, on one of the side streets.”
    I
ignored the contemporary buildings and the high end stores, intrigued by the
older, more historic buildings. The architecture was eclectic, boasting
Moorish, Romanesque, Baroque, Renaissance, and Neoclassical designs. “What a
fascinating city.”
    Rafael’s
smile widened. “I couldn’t agree more.” He came to an abrupt stop when he saw a
parking space opening up.
    I
gaped at the sidewalk. Instead of concrete, black and white mosaic tiles formed
an elegant design I felt hesitant to walk on. “Are all of the sidewalks like
this?”
    Rafael
helped me from the car. “Pretty much.” He linked his arm with mine as we began
walking.
    I
shook my head in disbelief. “I cannot imagine the work or the man power
involved in laying all those