special tonight to try to cheer them up, so I know theyâre in good hands. And I could use some downtime, too. It was nice of them to invite me to stay there with them, but itâs hard not to feel like Iâm always on the clock.â
âWell, then itâs a good thing you agreed to my demands,â he said, squeezing my hand playfully. âYou hungry?â
âIâm starving, actually. All Iâve eaten today is what I was able to scavenge off the brunch buffet.â Weâd passed several restaurants that Iâd been meaning to try, including a Thai place that I was more than a little curious about. Not that Mexico wasnât allowed to deviate from Mexican food, but I was intrigued by the idea of slurping down pad thai and tom yum in a town known more for barbacoa and albóndigas . Besides, it was usually packed.
âGood,â Evan said, taking my hand. âIâm having my chef prepare us something.â
I looked at him in surprise. âYour chef? You have a chef?â
âWell, a part-time chef. Heâs amazing.â
âThat must be nice. Itâs also very crafty of you.â
âHow do you mean?â Evan asked.
âNone of that awkward âDo you want to come back to my place?â business after dinner.â
Evan blushed just a little. âWhen you put it that way, I am awfully clever. Besides, Raúl makes the best sautéed sea scallops in the whole state of Guanajuato.â
âSold,â I said, my stomach growling in a way that made it impossible to feign disinterest. âYou had me at âsautéed.ââ
I was excited to get to see Evanâs house. Throughout the historic center of town, the residences are all hidden behind tall adobe walls that come right up to the sidewalk, and itâs impossible to tell whatâs behind them without an invitation. Behind the heavy wooden doors could be an opulent villa or a modest casita, a luscious garden or a tiled courtyard, each one a secret waiting to be revealed.
As Evan turned the key in his front gate, I couldnât wait to see what would be on the other side. It was no villa, but it was straight out of a design magazine, with beautiful antique furniture, colorful folk art, and a garden-like courtyard lit by tin luminarias . Sure, your money goes further in Mexico, even in pricey San Miguel, but he had to be making some serious cash as a private pilot.
It felt good to be hidden away for an Abernathy-free evening. A table was already set for two in the courtyard, and as we sat down, a middle-aged man appeared with a pitcher of sangria and two chilled glasses, right on cue.
âThank you, Raúl,â said Evan.
House staff. Nice.
Evan gently clinked his glass against mine. âHereâs to our fourth date, five years later.â
âBetter late than never.â I smiled, taking a sip of my fruit-laden beverage.
âMaybe youâll stick around long enough for a fifth date,â Evan said.
âNo offense, but God I hope not.â
Evan looked a little hurt. âAt least wait till you taste the ceviche before you make any hasty decisions.â
No wonder Iâm such a hit with the fellas.
âIâm sorry. This is wonderful, and Iâm glad I came. Iâm just anxious to get back to San Francisco. Speaking of, sorry for canceling on you today.â
âItâs no problem. I ended up booking a charter to Mexico City at the last minute, so itâs all the same to me. Besides, it gives us a chance to catch up.â
And catch up we did.
Raúl brought us a seemingly never-ending parade of antojitos, leading up to the grand finale, his famous scallops, which were every bit as fabulous as Iâd been led to believe. It would have been easy to lose track of time altogether, were it not for the church bells ringing in the distance.
âSo, any word on when youâre flying back?â
âNo, the police are still
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