"Guessing is half the fun," Taro mimicked the arched brow and set his empty champagne flute on the windowsill, "but I'll give you a few hints. Why would someone up top who knows about Spain would send me to Seattle and insist that I contact you tonight of all nights? Someone wants to see what you'll do, or someone wants to send you a warning. I don't know, just following orders." Barely, not even close to his true orders, but she didn't need to know that. That would take all of his enjoyment out of the moment.