He skipped the pleasantries. "You know why I'm here."
"No, Jorick. I have no idea."
"Malick sent me."
"Did he?" He felt her gaze run over his well-muscled body as she licked her lips. "I thought perhaps you'd come to see me."
For a moment, he was tempted, but the memory of Velnya, of her large violet eyes, pushed the thoughts away. "I'm married."
Kateesha leaned against the door frame and pouted. "Yes, I know, and to such a plain, timid little thing. Can you truly be happy with her? Oren's sister would suit you better. Even that little girl in Texas would have been a more suitable choice. Sarita, wasn't it?"
His nose curled with disdain. "You know I have no love for Spaniards."
"She wasn't a Spaniard, but a Mexican and she filled your bed easily enough while we were there."
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