His hand brushes across the back of mine, and a spark of recognition flares to life. The smell of his cologne—clean and expensive—invades my nose. It twitches before a sneeze shoots out of me. I jolt, and my butt brushes against Julian’s front. Oh God. He yanks the door open. “Salud4.” “What a gentleman,” I reply in a dry voice. His grip on the door tightens until his golden skin turns white. “Can’t have your mother thinking I’m anything but chivalrous.” “No need to try so hard. She thinks you’re the first person since Jesus to walk on water.”
