She tipped her head back, enjoying the sensation as the breeze combed through her hair. ‘Nice, huh?’ James asked, leaning on the balcony railing beside her. She smiled at him over her margarita. ‘Gorgeous.’ It really was. The ocean stretched endlessly, a brighter blue than any American waters she’d ever seen. The beach was only a short walk from the villa they’d been renting for the past month. The house was comfortable but modest. They could’ve afforded something bigger, but they were both happy with their home and they’d been doing their best to keep a low profile since their escape from the states. ‘¿Qué estás pensando?’ James asked. She flashed him another smile. She wasn’t a Spanish expert yet, but she’d grown used to him asking her that one – what are you thinking? Unfortunately, she wasn’t good enough yet to answer in Spanish. ‘I was thinking about how we got here.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ He gazed at her thoughtfully, turning his back on the ocean view.
