He got out and opened the rear door for their luggage. “The Hispano-Suiza is for special occasions only. Convince Mondragon to drive his own car so I don’t have to put up with his tedious company the whole way to the ranch.” “How long a trip is it?” Maggie asked. Fox was seated on his duffle bag on the edge of the patio playing a video game on his phone. “The ranch is on this side of Zaragoza, so we can make it in an hour and a half, a little less if Santos has a girl waiting for him.” “You meet your girlfriends at the ranch?” Maggie asked. “Sure, why not?” “I thought you went there to train for fights.” He winked at her. “It’s good to have an appreciative audience.” “If you say so.” She thought a man in a ring with a bull ought to concentrate on the damn bull, not some pretty girl leaning over the rail. He didn’t need her advice, so she kept still and vowed not to set a foot out of the ranch house.
