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your liking. Please join me for dinner this evening at eight. I very much want to help.” Blane held the card in his fingers, wiggling it up and down.
    “What do you think?” he asked.
    “She’s here,” I said, looking out at the sea. The blue of the water and its never-ending movement filled me with a sense of well-being and calm. “Wouldn’t you be?” I asked, turning to face Blane.
    He smiled. “I guess you’re right. If I had a loyal cousin who would hide me from my parents, I would come to him for help.”
    “What do you think of Ana Maria, just a spoiled rich kid?”
    “I don’t know,” Blane answered, pulling his laptop out of his bag and placing it on the coffee table.
    “You’ve know Pedro a long time. Have you met the girl?”
    “Sure, a couple of times,” he said, looking at the laptop’s screen.
    “So what’s she like?”
    Blane looked up at me. “I don’t know her really. She seems silly enough for a girl.”
    “Silly enough for a girl?”
    He sighed and looked at me like maybe I was going to make something out of nothing. “I just meant that she seems like a normal teenage girl. Nothing special.”
    “I wish we could have talked to some of her friends. I don’t know, gotten a sense of her before we came here.”
    Blane shrugged and returned his gaze to the computer. “I think we’ll find her.”
    “Yes,” I agreed. “But how will we bring her back? If she doesn’t want to come?”
    Blue whined at me and I looked over to see him sitting in the kitchen next to the sink. He looked up at it then back at me. I headed into the kitchen and found a white bowl in the cabinet. Filling it with chilled water from the fridge I placed it on the ground for Blue. He lapped at it, spilling droplets onto the tiles.
    “Check the safe in the closet,” Blane said. “Should be two guns according to this.” He was reading something on the screen of his laptop.
    I headed into the closet and found the safe. “What’s the code?”
    “2568”
    I punched in the number, the lock turned with an electric whirl and I opened it up. Inside were two guns and couple of boxes of bullets. “They’re here,” I called into the bedroom. I closed the door and reset the code.
    “Good,” Blane said, as I came back into the room. “Don’t think we’ll need them but you never know.”
    I eyed the bottle of champagne nestled in our fruit basket. It was dripping with condensation. I pulled it out on the pretense of putting it in the fridge but made sure that Blane noticed me carrying it. “Why don’t you pop that?” he said, looking up from the computer. “Do it on the balcony where people can see you. After all, we are a loving couple on vacation.” He smiled. I smiled back.
    Out on the balcony I eyed the iguana with only half his tail. He appraised me from under sleepy lids and then returned his stare to the sea. Blue settled himself near the steps. Laying his head between his paws, he closed his eyes and set about the all-important job of boiling his brains in the hot sun.
    I removed the champagne foil and then its protective metal cage. The cork popped with a satisfying bang. I yelped in mock surprise and then laughed as Blane stepped out onto the patio. Foam spilled over the lip of the bottle and onto my hand. Blane laughed and took the bottle from me. I glanced at the few people who dotted the beach and guessed that none of them cared.
    Blane poured the champagne into two flutes he’d carried out with him. Handing me a glass he asked, “Anyone out there look like they are looking?”
    I shook my head laughing. “No, this all seems rather ridiculous, doesn’t it?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t mind pretending I’m married to a beautiful woman like you.” Blane stepped closer to me and I cast my eyes back to the iguana. I could feel Blane looking at me and for a moment I thought he might touch me. My skin felt alive at the prospect, super-sensitive waiting for the contact.
    Clearing my throat, I