“David.”
I paused as I was about to raise the cup of coffee to my lips. “Yes, Carlos?”
“I wish to talk with you for a moment, my friend.”
I nodded and took a sip of the rich Brazilian brew. It was a dessert in itself, and if I ever returned to the States, I’d have to make sure I had a supply shipped in.
If? I blinked in surprise. Of course I’d be returning home. What I’d meant was when.
Carlos looked around to be sure there wasn’t anyone close enough to overhear us. “I must ask you to stay away from Manolo.”
“Your son.” I felt heat rise in my cheeks and turned away from the older man. “Naturally, Dr. Avila. I understand your feelings in this matter completely, and I wouldn’t dream of offering the father’s leavings to the son.”
“Caramba! You understand nothing, David! Manolo is…” He
