Chapter 9 -- Two's Company
Another beautiful morning dawned and we lay there in each other's arms. We admit to each other, that after the previous weeks activities, we are both a little sore. So decide to have a nice relaxing day by the pool. We have enough food for a couple of breakfasts and a lunch. So will go to Carlos and Maria's restaurant for our evening meal. Shopping can wait for tomorrow.
So that's how we spent the day. Just relaxing. Mind you it was difficult to keep my hands off you. Especially with the need for regular reapplications of the sun tan cream. But we managed it. Then on to the evening. We get ready and, of course, you appeared in another one of your dresses. White this time. Almost identical to that first one, you know, that black one. As your tan had developed to a wonderful golden brown so it was accentuated by the white of the dress, and of course, no tan lines to cover up.
So it was off to supper, a slow stroll into the village, a wander around the shops and then in to the restaurant. Carlos was there and explained that they were about to have their meal and we were invited to join them. What I didn't realise it was a bit of a family affaire. So we were split up as, for some reason all the women wanted to talk to you. You looked so natural across the table, centre of attention. Chatting to all around you.
Carlos and me passed a pleasant evening with idle chatter. Just passing time. Me occasionally glancing over at you. Then I noticed that Maria and you seemed to be in deep conversation. Last time I saw anything like that it didn't really register but what followed was the visit to the cove. I wonder what you two are cooking up now? A cave in the hills perhaps? I'm sure I'll find out.
The evening ends, the usual pleasantries are exchanged; hand shaking, hugging, and kissing. Then we start our slow walk home. You seem very quiet until you turn to me dropping a bit of a bombshell. "You do realise that Carlos and Maria aren't married don't you?"
I look at you puzzled "But their surname is the same, it's over the door of the restaurant." I reply.
"Think," you say. My mind goes into overdrive but it just won't click. "They are brother and sister. They were both married in England but their marriages broke up at about the same time their uncle died and left them the restaurant".
Then it all became clear. Just light hugs, the occasional peck on the cheek. It was obvious when you thought about it. At this moment I heard footsteps behind us, I turn to see who it is and there is Maria closing on us. "Hello," she says as she catches up to us. "I didn't think I was going to catch you up."