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picked up a decanter of light brown liquor and poured it over the ice which cracked loudly in response.
    “Anyone else want a drink?” she asked.
    “Look Ana, you’ve got to come home,” Blane said.
    She laughed as she crossed the room. “I don’t have to do anything.” She walked past us and out onto the patio. Blane went after her as she floated down the steps onto the beach. She turned toward the hotel and disappeared from view. Blane reached the sand and looked after her. He turned to me, “She’s gone,” he said.
    “I told you that you could not find her if she did not want to be found,” Alejandro said, behind me. Blane was standing in the moonlight alone. He twisted one more time to check the beach but clearly he saw nothing. Blane came back up onto the patio and rushed at Alejandro.
    “Do you know how pissed Pedro is going to be when he hears that you’ve been hiding her?” Blane asked. Alejandro did not answer. “Are you sleeping with her, is that what this is about?”
    Alejandro’s face reddened. “I am not,” he said.
    “Well, you certainly look like you’d like to,” Blane said. Even in the soft light I could see that Blane’s face was red with anger. He turned away from Alejandro and focused on me. He threw up his hands and stormed back toward the beach.
    “Shall I arrange transportation?” Alejandro asked me as we watched Blane disappear down the path. I thought about following him, walking all the way back to our bungalow and then I looked down at my shoes. “Or perhaps we could have one more drink?” Alejandro suggested. I smiled at him. “I cannot help you find her, but I will certainly offer you my hospitality.”
    “As long as you help me to a drink I think we’ll get along just fine,” I said.
    “Certainly.” He held his arm out toward the house and I stepped back inside.

DRUNK FOR A REASON THIS TIME

    “You’re drunk,” Blane said, when I stumbled over the doorframe into our cabana.
    I laughed. “Doesn’t take much.”
    “What?” He was lying on the bed but when I knocked into the coffee table and nearly went down he stood up. “I can’t believe you’re drunk.”
    I waved him away with a big, sweeping arm gesture that sent me off-balance, but luckily I landed on the couch. “I’m surprised you’re not,” I said. His forehead wrinkled into a look of disgust. I smiled. “Who do you think I got drunk with?”
    “What?” He only looked confused for a second and then understanding bloomed across his face. “Alejandro.”
    “Of course. I’m going out on his boat tomorrow. I understand him.”
    “What do you understand?”
    “His love for her. It’s not sexual, you must understand. You must understand. He kept insisting that I understand. Guy can’t hold his liquor.” Blane came and sat next to me. There were two of him for a second but then they merged into one very handsome man. I smiled and blushed and leaned back, which turned out to be sideways and fell off the couch.
    Blane picked me up and I remember laughing as we both tipped back onto the couch. “Did he say where she was?” he asked, his voice strained with the weight of lifting me.
    I shook my head. “He doesn’t know. He has no control over her. She is apparently a very powerful little girl. She has her own agenda, he said.” I curled up into a little ball and felt very tired and very comfortable.
    The morning light filtering through our white curtains woke me. I blinked against the sun and rolled away from it; closing my eyes, I buried my head into the pillow. I heard the shower running and smelled soap. I stretched, pushing my feet out from under the covers and over the edge of the couch. Blue licked my toe. I yelped and then laughed. Sitting up I realized my hangover wasn’t that bad.
    I needed to go for a run. It would help dissipate any remaining alcohol in my system and give me time to think. I hurried, wanting to be gone before Blane got out of the shower. He was going to ask me