“What?” I said, irritably. “Up,” he said. “We’re on pool duty, nine till eleven.” I groaned and sat up. “What time is it now?” “Five to nine.” “What?” I scrambled out of bed and reached for my shorts. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” “Who am I – your mother?” Ryan grinned at me. “You make up with Eve, then?” Last night flooded back. After Eve had left I’d stayed on the beach a long time, falling asleep and waking up cold much later. “I think so.” Ryan sniffed at a T-shirt, then pulled it on over his head. “You missed a great night at the Garito. Catalina asked where you were. And Alejandro was there too.” “Who’s Alejandro?” I said, trying to copy the way Ryan pronounced the “j” as an exaggerated “h”. “The drummer from the band – remember?
