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wrapping her voice around the words and melody in a way that Beth hadn’t quite heard before. Low, sultry, but with phrasing just unique enough to take her beyond the average lounge singer, into the realm of the anointed.
    The cliché “oozes charisma” popped into Beth’s mind. And it was an accurate one.
    Except for the piano and the sound of that voice, the bar was silent, all eyes riveted to the creature onstage. And Beth knew that the men in the bar—and possibly a few of their wives or girlfriends—were suddenly reevaluating their lives, wishing they could steal just a few moments away from their current entanglements to pursue this woman, no matter how futile such a pursuit might be.
    Beth watched and listened, glancing at Rafael, thinking how well matched the two were. Perfect specimens—mirror images really—who belonged together.
    As the song came to an end, the bar erupted into applause and whistles. The woman said a throaty “gracias,” then nodded to the piano player and launched into another tune, this one a bit more up-tempo than the first.
    As Beth listened, she felt a hand graze her shoulder, then turned to find Rafael holding her drink.
    “Don’t forget this,” he said.
    As he handed it to her, she thanked him, then took a long sip and returned her attention to the stage, where the woman was proving that she wasn’t a one-hit wonder.
    But Beth didn’t really feel like drinking anymore. The pre-Rafael low-grade depression she had been battling as she stood at the ship’s rail was starting to return. Whatever adolescent fantasy she had been harboring had become instantly laughable. With someone like this woman to keep him company, why would Rafael be even remotely interested in her? Not that she’d ever really believed he was anyway.
    The wisest thing she could do right now was thank him for the drink, then wish him a good night and go to bed.
    She was about to do just that when the second song came to an end, followed by another burst of applause.
    Apparently believing in the motto “leave them wanting more,” the woman thanked the audience, then stepped off the stage as the piano player launched into another solo.
    A moment later, she was at Rafael’s side, kissing his cheek, murmuring something in Spanish. Then she turned, assessing Beth. A mildly aggressive look, but not hostile.
    “Who is your friend?” she asked Rafael.
    He gestured, said, “Beth, I’d like you to meet Marta Santiago. My sister.”
    Sister?
    Beth almost laughed.
    Of course. As they stood side by side it was obvious now that they came from the same gene pool. And a fairly exclusive one at that.
    Marta continued to assess Beth. “I remember you from dinner.”
    “Oh?”
    “We were dining at a table near yours.” She turned to her brother. “You remember, don’t you, Rafael?”
    Rafael said nothing, avoiding Beth’s gaze.
    Oh, crap, Beth thought, they saw Jen’s spontaneous unveiling. And apparently Rafael had been too polite to bring it up.
    Marta said, “Is something wrong?”
    Beth smiled weakly. “My sister has a few issues. I sometimes think of her as my evil twin.”
    “Ah, sí, ” Rafael said with a sly smile. “I can see the resemblance.”
    “But only from the neck up, right?”
    They both looked at Beth, surprised, then burst into laughter.
    Beth joined in, the ice broken.
    After a moment, Rafael lifted his Tequila Tonic in a toast.
    “To sisters,” he said. “A blessing and a curse.”
    Marta shot him a quick look, then they laughed again as Beth clinked his glass with hers and took another long sip. Not that she needed it. She was already starting to feel a little woozy.
    She said to Marta, “So you work for the cruise line?”
    Marta shook her head, gesturing toward the piano player. “Actually, I met Miguel in the food court this afternoon and he was kind enough to let me have some fun.”
    What a surprise, Beth thought. Most guys would let this woman do anything she wanted. Join me