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surface and filled my lungs with air. Another wave came and I jumped up, letting my natural buoyancy carry me to the top of it. Blue swam around me, his legs pumping underneath him, his tail swishing from side to side.
    Back at the cabana, Blane was eating a breakfast of egg whites, toast and tea. He smiled when I came in. I showered and then joined him. “I ordered for you, I hope that’s OK.”
    “Sure.” He lifted a silver top off my plate to reveal egg whites and toast. I smiled. “Thanks, looks great,” I lied. Blane’s breakfast was bland but I cleaned my plate.
    “So,” he said, “what happened last night?”
    I cleared my throat and was about to tell him everything when an instinct told me not to. It was a weird feeling, but I suddenly didn’t want to give him everything I had. Looking across the table at Blane, at the look on his face, I just didn’t trust him. “I think,” I started, “that she came to him because she was so upset.” I was lying. I actually thought, based on Alejandro’s cryptic drunk-talk, that she might have made up the whole fight with her family so they wouldn’t know her real reason for leaving. I was hoping he would reveal said reason this evening. “I think she’s just a confused girl. We need to convince Alejandro to tell her to go back to her parents and I think she will.”
    Blane was looking at me with no expression in his eyes and I started to sweat despite the cool breeze from the fan above my head. “Really?” he asked.
    “She’s just pissed at her parents. She’s probably going through that phase when you realize that your parents aren’t perfect and it makes it you angry. She’ll come home with us if we make it clear that her parents want her to.”
    “It’s that simple?”
    “Don’t you think?” What was going on, I thought. Why are we talking to each other like this? Why do I feel like we are on different sides?
    The fan spun, the curtains swayed, the sea lapped at the shore and we watched each other. Blane turned away first, he picked up the newspaper that lay sprawled on the couch and pretended to be reading when he asked, “So what time are we going out on the boat?”
    “Alejandro invited me for sunset drinks.”
    “I assume he meant for your husband to come as well.” He didn’t look out from behind the paper.
    “I think he knows we’re not really married.”
    “You told him?”
    I bristled at the accusation. “He’s not an idiot. I didn’t have to tell him we are detectives, I’m pretty sure that Pedro did, or Ana Maria, or maybe he figured it out on his own, but I really don’t think he fell for it. Besides, is he not supposed to know? Isn’t this,” I waved my hand around the cabana to encompass our fake matrimony, “just for show anyway?”
    Blane brought the paper down and looked at me. “So you didn’t tell him?”
    “No, I didn’t.” I stood up and walked over to the closet but had nothing to do there so turned back to him. “What is going on?”
    Blane raised the paper, covering his face and said, “What?”
    “Seriously, what is going on? What is this really about? Something is not right.”
    “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
    “I know there is something besides a missing girl going on here I just don’t know what.”
    He lowered the paper again, a smile on his face. “You have a reputation for going on your instincts; it appears that they have let you down this time.” I stared at him. “Should we go to the beach today, dear, keep up appearances as the happy vacationing couple?” He raised his eyebrows.
    “Don’t you think we should be looking for Ana Maria?”
    “I think she’ll be on the boat this evening. Besides,” he laughed, “apparently she is so strong we have no chance of forcing her home. We won’t be able to find her unless she wants to be found. I’ll be sure to put that in my report.” He laughed again as he raised the paper back over his face. I suddenly wondered if