“Well, Señora Stuard,” Carlos began, when the door closed behind Tad and Estovan.
“Are we getting formal, Señor Salavado?”
When Carlos looked surprised, Cam smiled. “I do my homework, too,” she said, with a sly smile.
“North American women always surprise me. You don’t play games, do you?”
Cam laughed. “Carlos! I’m almost forty-five and I’ve just seduced a boy that’s less than half my age. I don’t have time for games.” Cam hoped her little lie wasn’t pushing it. She had really just turned thirty-seven.
“No, I imagine you don’t,” he commented. “But you seem very happy in the situation.”
“Yes, he’s good boy and he’s willing to learn anything.”
“Then you’ve made the right decision. I hope this keeps you contented for a long time.”
“I never think of long time, Carlos.” Cam frowned, sar
