"She is lying," Safina said, placing a glass of iced tea in front of Shea.

John Reston had called a halt to all work until they could get this mess straightened out. Lorena Castillo had waved a marriage license under their noses and everything had shut down. Shea had hightailed it for the hacienda in the golf cart, barely making it into the kitchen to give Safina a bare outline before she heard the Mercedes pull up in front.

High heels tapped on the terra cotta tiles as Lorena ...