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Alexis doubted pirates drank civet coffee either.
“Thank you, wench,” he replied. “Your tip is on the table.”
“Buenas noches, capitán.”
* * *
They left the restaurant.
“One of our places or yours?” Rod asked.
Alexis didn’t answer. Zane frowned.
“You may speak, Alexis. This scene is over.” Alexis knew the game was temporarily suspended until they got home.
“Mine,” she answered.
The valet pulled up at the entrance in an Alfa Romeo 4C, and another valet screeched up in Zane’s vehicle, a late-model Audi.
Alexis was surprised. She had more expected them to be driving beige sedans.
“Finally, speechless.” He chuckled at her astonished expression.
“Nice rides, Rod, Zane,” she complimented them begrudgingly.
“Thanks.”
“You must be the biggest drug dealers in all of south Chicago,” she added, mocking their jobs again.
She wasn’t certain, but they looked wounded for a split second but covered the expressions quickly.
Inexplicably, she was sorry. Zane got in his Audi and agreed to follow them to her place.
Rod held the door open for Alexis and latched her safety belt over her lap. He got into the driver’s seat and started the vehicle. Alexis gave him her address.
There was a long silence. Alexis throbbed anew between her legs.
“So, where are you from?” Alexis inquired, trying to steer the conversation back into neutral territory. She was sorry she’d made fun of their jobs again.
“Tierra del Fuego.”
“Land of Fire,” Alexis translated accurately. “Chile or Argentina?”
“Argentina,” he answered. “You speak Spanish?”
“No,” she replied. “Terra ignis. All doctors have to take Latin.”
“So do pharmaceutical chemists.”
“Did they teach you that at the Con Artist Academy?” she slipped again. Darn it. She had to stop making fun of his job. Sleazy salesman wasn’t that bad, was it?
“I never went to the Con Artist Academy,” he stated. “But I did study Latin for eight years at Johns Hopkins University. So did Zane,” he said, referring to the top medical college in the country, surpassed only by Harvard and Stanford.
“You two went to Johns Hopkins?” Alexis’s jaw fell open. It had been her dream medical school, but she hadn’t been accepted.
“Doctoral degree in pharmacology,” he stated truthfully.
Alexis couldn’t believe her ears. She had grossly misjudged them.
