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hadn’t spent the whole afternoon with her. After about an hour, he’d risen and, with a wave, walked away. It’s a testament to my state of mind that I was shocked she didn’t leave with him, and immediately after coming to terms with that, I began to wonder whether she would soon follow him, whether his leaving early was just for show to avoid giving the impression they were together. That didn’t make sense. She didn’t know I was spying on her, and they had no reason to care if other people saw them together. Even so, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they had an assignation planned, or maybe another one. Was it just that they were still satiated out from their earlier encounter?
    I stared at her obsessively for over an hour until I felt confident that she wasn’t about to decamp. She was finally reading her book, and had ordered yet another fruity drink. Claire’s never been a big drinker, and for all I knew, she was drinking virgin cocktails, but somehow I doubted it. Was she just heedless, enjoying the sun and the breeze, not paying attention to how much she was consuming? Or was she trying to drink enough to work up the courage to meet her lover? Or was she boozing away the guilt? God, I was making myself nuts.
    Staring at her through binoculars was addictive. But I had periodic moments of clarity where I also realized how creepy it was. I forced myself to look away from Claire. I looked first for the Newlyweds, but not only were they not visible, they’d also closed their patio door. Then I searched for the Lesbians. They were probably out front, playing beach volleyball or maybe out on the tennis court or maybe going for a ten mile run that they would call a “jog.” They had that look about them. I finally went back to the Millionaire.
    He was dozing on his lounger, covered head-to-toe with a towel. He looked a little like a corpse that way. His Latina trophy, her kids, and his daughter were also still out there. The brunette was sitting by the edge of the pool watching her children frolicking in the water. The blonde had just finished yet another drink, and the ever attentive waiter had returned with a refill. He stood beside her, shading her face, hand on his hip in a cocky pose. She wasn’t laughing this time, but giving him instead a saucy smile. He bent down to pick up her empties, lingering for a moment to share a whispered conversation. She glanced over at daddy, then gave the waiter a quick nod.
    The waiter stood up quickly and walked away, her eyes following him. A beat, then two, and then a little too soon for plausible deniability, she stood and walked in the direction the waiter had gone. I saw the brunette cast her a quick, contemptuous glance – the Millionaire’s two women did not like each other apparently – and then a quick look at her sleeping hubby. With a shrug she let her stepdaughter walk away.
    The blonde looked around nervously as she approached the bar. She seemed to startle and then turned and walked toward a small path hidden between hedges that ran from the bar to the hotel itself. It was funny. From where she was, she had ducked into a hidden passageway. From where I was, she’d just gone from one side of the hedge to the other, while remaining perfectly in view.
    She took a cautious step or two and then the waiter stepped out from under a palm. She smiled, but took maybe a half-step back, betraying her nervousness. He moved toward her smoothly, holding out a hand. She hesitated, then smiled and took his hand. He pulled her close and leaned down to whisper in her ear. I thought I could see her blush, though it might have been the start of a sunburn.
    I didn’t have much of an opportunity to continue to look for nuance because their encounter quickly picked up steam. The whispering turned into a kiss. His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass, first through her thin swimsuit, then beneath it. As he squeezed her ass, she reached around and ran her hands up his