Ana María did her best to hide her surprise by coughing into her hand, but Captain Dawson remained focused on her sister, his expression changing from cordial regard to teasing flirtation in one blink of his striking eyes. “Are you worried my handsome face will corrupt you, Miss Isabel?” Taking a step forward, her sister chuckled. “You presume much, Capitán Dawson. I don’t believe I ever said you were handsome.”
