"How about we up the stakes? I win, you talk to me." Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "I'm afraid to ask what you mean by ..." "Exactly that. I win, I get thirty minutes of your time tonight." "To charm me and lie to me and pretend to be whoever you think I want?" "Nope. Tonight it's me, in case you haven't noticed. The real Rafe Martinez. A special one-night appearance." "And if I win?" He grinned. "Then you get to spend thirty minutes with me, lucky birthday girl." I laughed and motioned for Daniel to start the countdown. Rafe still pulled the "I don't know what I'm doing" routine, starting slow and cautious, hoping I'd second-guess my assessment and take it easy. I didn't. He realized that when my foot reached his shoulder level. By the midpoint, he'd shot up to my waist, but his muttered curses told me he'd underestimated how good I was--or overestimated how good he was--and it was clear he wasn't going to catch up in time. So I stopped. Daniel leaned over and mouthed, "What are you doing?" Below, the others yelled, a cacophony of shouts and cheers and jeers. Rafe reached up, his bracelet hitting the rock with a ping. I glanced at it. A worn rawhide band with a cat's-eye stone. I could see his tattoo better, too, as he pulled himself up, and I recognized the symbol. A crow mother kachina. Hopi. As he drew up alongside me, he cocked one brow. "You really that kiss don't you?" he said. "No, I just want to see what you can really do."