I close the bathroom door and take a deep breath. Yes, Javier is a dangerous guy. But as Micah pointed out, I’m not afraid of death. I’m just afraid of losing.

Within fifteen minutes we’re all walking out together and I am again translating a few words here and there. But once outside it’s time for good-byes.

“Tell him I look forward to doing business with him and that he may contact me anytime, day or night.”

“Mr. Gable says he looks forward to working with you,” I say to Javier in Spanish. “And I hope that perhaps I might see you again sometime soon. If you have free time, call me.” I extend my hand for him to shake, secretly pressing my number into his hand.

Javier pauses a moment, my hand still in his. “You don’t want him to know?” he asks, also in Spanish, his eyes briefly shooting toward Travis.

I give Javier’s hand a little squeeze of confirmation before releasing him and turning back to Travis. “He wants to be sure that you don’t mind his calling late at night,” I say, pretending to translate.

“I wouldn’t have offered if it was a problem,” Travis replies impatiently.

I turn back to Javier. “No vamos a decir nada,” I confirm. We will not say anything.

Javier grins, discreetly tucks my number into his pocket, and leaves.

Travis zips up his jacket as I rub the backs of my arms for warmth. “You were very friendly with our client, just now,” he notes.

“He clearly tried to make my job easier,” I say casually. “Using short sentences that were simple to translate, avoiding slang and colloquialisms. I just wanted to let him know I was grateful for that.”

“And you thought he was attractive,” Travis says irritably.

“For better or worse, I’m dating your brother,” I retort. “I can only handle one man at a time.”

“That sounds like a theory worth testing,” he says with a smile. “If I take you home will you treat your employer to a nightcap?”

It’s a struggle not to roll my eyes. Travis, the master of cold lechery, is incapable of pulling off even an inappropriate flirtation.

“I’m going to get those phone records for you, Mr. Gable,” I say gently. “But I hope you understand . . . I’d like to be alone tonight. I just want to go home and go to sleep.”

“Of course, Bell.” Travis’s cool smile is back as his limo pulls up. “I assume you’ll find a cab.”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer as he gets into his limo and rides away.