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being followed? His thoughts were interrupted when the
waitress arrived with their drinks. They each picked up their glass and sipped
accordingly.
    “So,
how long will you be in Mexico City?” he asked her.
    “I’m
not sure, maybe as long as a month,” she replied. “How about
you?”
    “For
the same,” he said. Seeing that her hand still trembled as she held her glass,
he reached out his own and placed it over the one lying on the table. “You
don’t have anything to worry about,” he promised. “You’re safe here.”
    With a
quick shake of her head, she let out a humorless laugh. She wished that was the
case. But she doubted she’d ever be safe again. The last glimpse of her
mother’s face filled with stark terror flooded her mind. To ward off thoughts
of things she didn’t want to think of, she took a too big gulp of the brandy
and coughed as it burned all the way down.
    Alex
laughed. “Slow down, little Taz . There’s more where
that came from.”
    Her
eyes watered at the burn but she managed to give him a small smile. Liking the
warmth that invaded her body from the brandy, she tipped the glass back to her
lips and swallowed the rest. Catching the eye of the waitress, she pointed to
her glass before angling her eyes to him, but he shook his head. Looking down,
she saw his hand still covered hers. She blinked up at him, staring into his sea-foam
green eyes. “I think you are a very
nice man, Cowboy.”
    He
cocked his head to the side. “I agree,” he said with a wry twist of his lips.
    She
shook her head at him, and a smile that had been lacking appeared for just an
instant on her face. “Never mind, I take it back.” she declared, with mirth.
    He
studied her for a long moment. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on
here, Little Devil?”
    “ Ahh , I’ve gone straight from Taz to devil in the span of five minutes? It usually takes much longer for people
to discover that,” she said in a way of misdirection.
    “So,
you aren’t going to tell me,” he
said, all question removed from his voice.
    “There’s
nothing to tell,” she replied, meeting his eyes evenly.
    “Who
was in the parking lot?”
    She
shrugged her shoulders and took a drink. “No one. I
told you, I just got spooked. I mean, I am a single girl out on my own.
Wouldn’t it be even odder if I wasn’t a little apprehensive? What’s with all
the questions?”
    Alex
sat back in his seat and brought his glass to his lips as he once again studied
the paradox in front of him. The brandy had had the desired effect and she was
calmer and most of the tension had been released from her body. He watched the
play of shadows on her face. She was a beautiful woman. Her nearly black eyes
were rimmed with equally dark lashes which matched the heavy curtain of her
hair. As he watched, her tongue darted out to lick against the remnants of the
brandy. His body tightened at the thought of that tongue used against his body.
    Devon
felt his stare but didn’t want to meet his eyes as he seemed to see things he
shouldn’t. Nevertheless, she felt herself drawn to him. He was her complex
opposite. He was strong while she felt weak. He was confident while she felt
insecure. He was aggressive and obviously went for what he wanted, while she
was hesitant and felt restrained. He felt safe… he made her feel secure… wanted
in a world she didn’t feel particularly wanted in at the moment. She didn’t
want to be who she was anymore. Just for a little while, she wanted to be free.
Free from fear. Free from pain. Free from grief. Free from control. Free to
enjoy what she wanted.
    Alex
rubbed his forefinger around the rim of his glass as he watched the play of
emotions cross her transparent features. He didn’t know what was going on with
her, and really, he didn’t have time to deal with her issues. He was reaching
into his pocket for money to throw on the table for their drinks, when after
taking a huge gulp of the brandy, she lifted her