"Another woman?"
Diego gave a shocked laugh. "What?"
"It's just that some caballeros have mistresses…."
She was in his arms immediately. "A mistress? Why would I need one? Why would I want one? Querida, my poor beautiful darling."
She extracted herself from his arms, staring at him.
"It would hurt to know?"
"I've kept the secret for ten years."
"It hurts you to know?"
Diego turned back to the window. She grabbed his arm and turned him to face her.
"Tell me," she whispered. "Ten years? You've kept something painful to yourself for ten years? For goodness sake, tell me."