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Tony could tell Cassandra was worried, but that didn’t stop her from letting him persuade her to spend their evening together in San Diego’s Gaslamp District. They wandered the streets, looked in the various shops and galleries, had dinner at an Indian restaurant whose food was as delicious as the decor was elegant. Afterward, they went back to their hotel room and made love, only this time slower, more measured, the two of them exploring each other’s bodies, getting used to their rhythms.
As he’d thought, Cassandra tasted delicious.
The next morning, they got to the airport two hours ahead of time. No one seemed to look twice at his passport, and Tony let out a relieved breath once he and Cassandra were safely inside the United lounge. As it turned out, El Salvador had been using Am
