This man has got to be insane, dear lord.

My head throbbed—the air had gotten thinner and I found myself struggling to take in more air.

I really did not recall most of the things I said to him earlier but I know I had made a fool of myself, and now he had every intention of rubbing it in.

“Why so tense, querida?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing.

I exhaled sharply. “I wonder why. Perhaps if you back off a little bit, I won’t be.”

Pedro smiled a silly kind of smile, his gaze dragging over me like a slow burn.

“Nice dress,” he murmured, looking down at...