After Carlos leaves, the three of us retire to the outdoor deck overlooking the infinity edge pool and beyond it, the Sea of Cortez, but not without a great deal of reluctance on the part of both men and a great deal of confusion on mine. By the time that Geraldo returns with the clothier in tow, we've devoured a significant portion of the fruit in the bowl and managed to settle into a comfortable comradery.
"You are hungry," our villa host comments mildly with surprised glance at the nearly empty fruit bowl. "I'll have your chef come early then."
"That would be wonderful," Dorian replies. "Muchísimas gracias. Is it too late to get the lady a pedicure at the spa this evening?"
"Given the circumstances," Geraldo lets his eyes rove over my sorry attire, "perhaps it might be better for me to request a technician come to the villa. Will only one be necessary? Or shall I schedule one for each of you?"
Dorian chuckles. "Just the lady, please."
