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provided aspirin?
    â€œWhat’s so amusing?”
    He didn’t realize he’d chuckled aloud. “Nothing.
    â€œUh-huh. Is everything all right,
primo?
You seem distracted this morning.”
    â€œOf course I’m distracted. I thought we were finished mopping up Rodrigo’s and Maria’s messes. Instead I had to bill a jilted customer on her wedding day.”
    â€œBetter you than me. I would have caved completely out of sympathy.”
    Carlos didn’t say how close he came to doing that very thing. The two of them fell into step back to the office. Although only midmorning, the sun already hung hot in the cloudless sky. Sunbathers, eager to turn their skin to Aztec gold, crowded both sides of the walkway. A mosaic of body shapes sprawled towels and chaise longues. Some of the more cautious tourists staked their claims on the popular cabana beds scattered strategically around the resort. He wondered, would Larissa Boyd find her way to one of them to sleep off her hangover or would she prefer the privacy of her terrace? Pale skin like hers would definitely burn if exposed too long.
    â€œI have to admit,” Jorge continued, “now that you tell me the wedding was canceled weeks ago, I’m surprised she’s here. She must have had nonrefundable airline tickets.”
    â€œOr perhaps she simply needed to get away.” He understood. After a while, all the well-meaning comments and sympathetic looks started to eat at your soul. It was either scream at people to go away or lose yourself in a place full of distractions. “Whatever her reason, ours is not the place to judge.”
    â€œThe staff is fascinated by her. She made quite a memorable impression yesterday.”
    Blue smudged eyes and rat nest hair came to mind. Memorable indeed. Wonder what Jorge would say if he saw her this morning.
    Interestingly, he was beginning to think this morning’s version might be more memorable.
    Mirabelle used to worry incessantly about her appearance, obsess over every hair, every ounce on her frame. As much as he reassured her that she would be the most beautiful woman in the world to him, his reassurances fell on deaf ears. Fell, and fell, and fell.
    Something in him wanted to hope Larissa Boyd was different. Stronger.
    â€œI don’t think we’ve ever had a guest stay solo before.” Jorge’s voice saved his thoughts from traveling down a dark road.
    â€œOf course we’ve had single guests,” he replied.
    â€œSingle, yes, but always as part of a group. I can’t remember ever having someone attend completely alone before. Certainly not a woman on her honeymoon.”
    â€œThere’s a first time for everything. Perhaps Señorita Boyd will spark a trend.”
    â€œWouldn’t that be nice?” Jorge grinned, his smile white and even. “We could become the new singles hot spot on the Riviera.”
    â€œYou’d like that, wouldn’t you? A hotel full of heartbroken women.”
    â€œWhat is it the Americans say about getting back in the saddle? Perhaps our señorita could use a stirrup.”
    The idea of his muscular cousin touching pale American skin stuck hard in his chest, giving him heartburn. “The señorita came to nurse a broken heart. I doubt she’s interested in riding lessons.”
    â€œYou never know. Not everyone—”
    â€œNot everyone what?” Carlos whipped around.
    â€œNothing.”
    As if Carlos didn’t know what he was going to say.
Not everyone grieves forever.
Of anyone in the family, he expected Jorge to understand.
    â€œIt’s just...” His cousin’s voice softened. “It’s been five years
.
Don’t you think Mirabelle would want you to move on?”
    â€œMy days of giving Mirabelle everything she wanted died with her,” he replied. Fitting, really. Given all the times he failed her in life, why should his grief be any different?
    Besides, he