She was back in the dental floss outfit, an apparent pleasing view for him. He sat at one of the umbrella-covered tables, sipping at some fresh lemonade and having a rather heated conversation on the phone while gawking at her. He slammed the phone down and removed his hat to run the back of his hand across his forehead. Not a drop of sweat. The man couldn't be human. He sported a full suit and it had to be in the nineties, with the humidity at least twice that. "I am sorry, Miss Jessica, that you had to hear that." JT shrugged and sipped at a lemonade of her own, sure there had to be a tracer of vodka in it, and God only knew what else. "I told you I can't speak Spanish. I have no idea what you just said." For the most part, that was true. He spoke so fast and with such a thick accent she couldn't understand anything he said. "You could talk in Spanish all day long and I'd never understand any of it." He flashed a grin, stood and walked to the end of the pool.
