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The black ink spiraled over his left pectoral like a segment of conch shell sliced down the center.

Phoebe was having trouble focusing on the tattoo itself. The flesh beneath it was kind of spectacular. She tried not to drool. “What’s it mean?”

“It’s an ehecacozcatl. A wind jewel that belongs to the god. It’s sort of a family coat of arms.”

“Your family’s ancestry is Aztec?”

“Maybe. Probably not, but who knows? The Diamantes like to say so.” Rafe flashed another of those smiles that were beginning to do funny things to Phoebe’s stomach. Because stomach was the organ involved. Sure.

Rafe started to settle onto the floor in front of the coffee table.

“You’re keeping the pants on?” Phoebe had to resist rolling her eyes at herself. The words had just jumped out. “I mean—you said the fabric gets in the way.”

He answered as if she weren’t a complete loon. “I figured going fully skyclad would be a little presumptuous.”