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this was what real marriage was like.

A SURPRISE GUEST

    We spent the day on the beach. It was weird. Blane played Frisbee with Blue, and I sat under an umbrella pretending to read a paperback about a woman who happens to be a virgin who meets a bull rider on a farm and they fall in love but he loses a leg, and well, I couldn’t really follow the rest because I was too busy thinking.
    Several things were bothering me as I watched Blane flick the Frisbee through the air. I suspected that there was something else going on here. Alejandro talked about Ana Maria as though she was much more than just a young girl angry at her parents, but I didn’t know what he meant. And the whole pretending to be married thing was so ridiculous. I knew so little about Mexican politics that it made the book in my hand that much more frustrating. It was a part of my cover. Apparently Melanie Franks liked bad books. Maybe her husband wasn’t satisfying her sexually. I smiled at that thought as I watched Blane run into the ocean, Blue on his heels. They jumped through the waves together until they were on the other side swimming casually through the swells.
    Another thing that kept tickling the back of my brain was the feeling in my gut that Blane was hiding something from me. I knew it was impossible to trust Bobby Maxim or any of his employees, but what did they want from me? There was a perfect little picture in front of me that showed an angry girl, a handsome detective, a devoted cousin, and a simple solution. Convince the girl to go home. Why couldn’t I just believe it?
    Blane and Blue came out of the water. Blue raced passed Blane and barreled toward me, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his ears flat to his head. His limp was no longer pronounced, but I could tell that his left shoulder didn’t take quite as much weight as his right. Blue stopped and shook, sending water and sand all over me. I laughed and yelled for him to stop in the same breath.
    Blane came up laughing and flopped onto a chaise lounge. He smiled up at me, his eyes squinting against the sun. He looked so handsome and nice that I wondered if I was paranoid. Maybe we were just here to bring home a missing girl.
    The day passed and we returned to the cabana to get ready for our sail. “I think you should go alone,” Blane called to me from the bathroom. I was in a robe freshly showered and looking at all the silk in my closet.
    “What?” I called back.
    “You should go alone. He trusts you and I think you’ll have better luck without me.” I walked to the bathroom door. Blane was shaving, his chin in the air and his cheeks covered in foamy white cream. He brought a straight razor from the top of his neck to the point of his chin then dipped it into the water-filled sink.
    “Really?” I said. I was suspicious of his motives, but maybe the day on the beach had built some trust between us.
    “Sure.” He left it at that. I watched him for a moment as he carved the shaving cream off his face and then I turned back to my closet. I didn’t know what was going to happen on the boat and I wanted to be prepared. I ended up with a pair of very low heels designed by Chanel that looked like they would be easy to kick off if nothing else. I chose a pair of light cotton white pants. I put on a lacy bra (the only kind Melanie wore) and buttoned a silk top over it. I decided against earrings and wore a simple gold chain instead.
    “You look nice,” Blane told me, as I rummaged around in my purse making sure I had everything I needed. I looked up at him and decided I really wanted a weapon.
    “I want to take a gun,” I said.
    Blane laughed. “That’s not very friendly; you’re just going for a cocktail cruise. What could you possibly need a gun for?”
    “You never know,” I said, a smile creeping onto my lips.
    “I don’t think it’s appropriate.” He turned away from me, ending the conversation. I went into the bathroom and put his straight razor in my