Zorro left his son to contemplate the offer. Part of him wanted Jaime to refuse on the grounds of deceiving his father, part of him liked the challenge of tutoring his own son, masked.
He galloped back to the hacienda, bypassing the cave. He crept around to where Victoria would be admiring the roses at this time of day, and leapt the fence.
She gave a little gasp, and frowned.
"I dropped all my flowers," she complained. He stooped to help her gather them again, and then lifted her hand to his lips in appreciation.
"I've been Jaime-watching, my dear."