"Exaggeration…"
"How do you know? You couldn't read my mind."
"Couldn't I?" Diego said, focussing on the rhythm of the brush.
"No, because if you had…" She smiled. "Really, senor."
"I believe our desires were mutual at the time."
"They aren't now?"
"I'm busy right now. My horse needs attention."
"Your wife doesn't?"
"It isn't what I said," Diego said.
She walked up behind him, and stroked his back gently. "I know," she murmured with a smile, as he flinched at her tender touch. "Do you think I'd hurt you?"
"No," Diego whispered. "I'm just busy…with my horse…Querida…don't."
"Don't what?"