Not that it mattered. Despite everything, I had to fight the overwhelming urge to tell Cat we had important business to attend to so I could drag him back to the house and into bed once more.
“What about La Cienega?” Cat asked.
Rafe considered that suggestion for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Maybe. There’s a spur of the Rio Grande down there — Cienega Creek. That means it’s a lot greener than the land around it, lots of trees. There are properties down there that are pretty isolated, so one of them could work as Simon’s backup hideout…especially since there aren’t many Castillos in that part of Santa Fe County.”
That sounded promising. At this time of year, the cottonwood and sycamore trees would be mostly bare, but Santa Fe and its environs had lots of evergreens, too, mostly juniper
