Jorick drew back a step, his face hard. "I'm married now."

Kateesha leaned against the door frame and pouted. "Yes, I know, and to such a plain, timid little thing. Can you truly be happy with her? Oren's sister would suit you better. Even that little girl in Texas would have been a more suitable choice. Sarita, wasn't it?"

His nose curled with disdain. "You know I have no love for Spaniards."

"She wasn't a Spaniard, but a Mexican and she filled your bed easily ...