"He doesn't know your identity. Have you heard of boyish boasting?"

Diego smiled. He caught his wife around the waist, and eased her onto his lap.

"I have things to do, Diego."

"Just sit for a moment. Have you forgiven me?"

"Tomas does seem better behaved this morning," she said.

"Have you forgiven me?"

"I might forgive you later," she murmured. "It is hard to stay mad at you."

He kissed her gently, and paused, easing back a little.

"Don't do that," she sighed, wrapping her hands loosely around his neck, drawing him back to her. She kissed him passionately.