investigating Danaâs death, and weâve been instructed to stay put. I guess with the break-in, theyâre assuming something suspicious happened, but thereâs no way any of us had anything to do with it.â
âI donât know, though,â Evan said, sipping his drink. âDonât you think it sounds a little suspicious?â
âHow do you figure?â
âDid your room get broken into?â
âNo.â
âDid anyone elseâs room get broken into?
âNo.â
âJust the dead girlâs?â
âWell. Yeah.â
âAnd you canât think of one reason the police would be suspicious?â
âLook, Evan, I can see how it looks bad, but I know these people. Theyâre annoying as can be, but theyâre not murderers.â I fished some fruit out of my sangria and munched on it distractedly. âCouldnât it be a coincidence? I mean, we donât even know the cause of death. The stupid police wouldnât tell me anything.â
âThe nerve.â
âI know, right? I even tried flirting with one of them, and he was completely nonresponsive.â
âThat I find hard to believe,â he said, leaning across the table and kissing me softly on the mouth.
Swoon. Okay, just because he was the most charming man Iâd encountered in, oh, five years, didnât mean I was going to chuck it all and move to Mexico, but for one heated moment, I pondered what it would be like to be a kept woman. Nah, Iâd be bored with nothing to do but order around the part-time house staff. Besides, I was booked solid for the next year and a half. But damn, he made it tempting. It would be nice to be taken care of for once, rather than doing all the caretaking. Not to mention the handholding, decision-making, t -crossing and i -dotting.
âI admit it looks suspicious, but Iâm sure everything will be fine. Theyâll figure out that none of us has anything to do with this mess, and we can all go back to our lives.â
âI have selfish reasons for hoping they drag it out,â Evan said, âbut Iâll see what I can find out from my friends at the station.â
Handsome and handy to have around. My kind of man.
After dinnerâand, to be fair, more kissingâwe walked to the jardÃn to listen to the mariachis for a bit. After a group of tourists finished nodding their heads enthusiastically to âEl Jarabe TapatÃoââalso known as âThe Mexican Hat Dance,â also known as âthe only Mexican song some people can name when approached by a mariachiââEvan pressed some pesos into the bandleaderâs hand and whispered something in his ear. They began to play a romantic ballad as Evan slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. We danced for a few minutes while passersby smiled appreciatively. I could tell what they were thinking: Just two young people in love.
As the song finished, an older woman patted me on the arm and said something in Spanish. My Spanish wasnât good enough to catch what sheâd said, but the twinkle in her eye made me blush.
The date had been a good one, I had to admit. San Miguel was one of the most romantic towns in Mexico, maybe even North America, but Iâd never really been able to enjoy it properly before now.
We got to the gate of the villa, and Evan kissed me again as the bells of La Parroquia chimed midnight in the distance.
âYou know,â he said, leaning in for a kiss, âone of the benefits of dating a pilot is that distance isnât really an issue.â Just as our lips were about to touch, the heavy wooden door to the villa suddenly swung open.
âKelsey!â Nicole cried, oblivious to the moment she had interrupted.
âWhat?! Oh! Hi. Nicole. We were justâI was justâyou remember Evan?â
âHi, Evan. Kelsey, where have you been?â She threw her arms around me and managed to get
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