"Definitely later." He waggled his eyebrows a little. When she turned around to kiss him, he thought his dastardly plan of just walking up behind her had worked flawlessly.

He slipped his arms loosely around her waist. "I think we've covered it. She's a very proud woman. She lives in a favela by choice. She doesn't accept help from the rich, which includes me and my father. She will be sizing you up on how good a wife you'll be. And she's the last living link to my mother."

His maternal grandparents had died a few years ago. He nodded toward the front of the house. "Car will be here soon. Providing traffic doesn't get terrible."