her, nodding and indicating that she should go into her room. Then he tapped his chest and pointed at her door. Katrina stared at him. He couldn?t be serious? He was going to just walk down there to her, past the open door, past his estranged brother? No. He stepped quickly to the nearest window on the front side of the house. Signaling again, a master of mime, he indicated to her that he meant to come to her room from the outside of the building. Her concern ratcheted. The balconies were too far apart, surely? That would be even more dangerous than walking past Sergio?s open doorway. But before she could even react he was climbing out the window, and as she watched his fit rear end disappear through it she couldn?t decide what unsettled her more?that he was risking the climb, or that he would appear in her room at the end of it. Her legs swayed, she felt suddenly weak. He was scaling the outside of a building aiming for her window. He wasn?t supposed to be there at all, not in the middle of the night, and especially not in her room. Go in and refuse him, lock the windows to the balcony . Even as she thought it, she knew she had no intention of doing so. She had to know what he was going to say. The way he?d held her in Barcelona and the way he?d touched her, all of it echoed through