Page 27 of Shameless
After we swam for a bit,we went back to the lounge chairs and waited for our lunch.
“I’m not ready to go home tomorrow,” Sarah bemoaned.
“Me either.”
“Think we could move down here and start new lives?”
“That ain’t a bad idea.”
“But then we wouldn’t have free food and everything like we have back at the resort.”
“True, and I don’t know a lick of Spanish,” I admitted.
“You haven’t seemed to have any trouble.”
I lifted a shoulder. “Just the basic words.”
“I think you’d catch on, eventually.”
“Maybe. I’ll run it by my brother and see if he wants to go international with his gyms,” I joked. Visiting paradise was one thing. Once a place became home, I doubted it held the same appeal, the same level of escape. If I worked down here, it would just be a job in another location.
“I’m sure it would be more difficult to open a business in another country.”
“Probably,” I agreed.
A hotel staff member wearing a white polo approached, carrying a tray. “Your lunch.”
“Gracias.” I took the plates from him and then two bottles of mandarin-flavored Jarritos.
“See, you know some Spanish.”
“The basics,” I reminded her.
After handing her one, we opened the foil-wrapped chicken burrito, and both took a bite.
“Guess this is a beach picnic,” I teased.
“Too bad we aren’t part of that wedding.” Sarah hooked her thumb and pointed behind us.
I turned to see staffers setting up chairs on a lawn overlooking the water. “You think that’s a wedding?”
“Totally.” She scooped some of the corn salsa onto her burrito and took another bite.
“We could crash it,” I said.
She stopped mid-chew and then swallowed before questioning, “Seriously?”
I took a bite of my burrito. “Would it be a first for you?”
Her brow furrowed. “Um, yeah. You?”
I grinned. “Yep. This can be a first we pop together.”
“You seriously want to crash a wedding?”
“It will be fun. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Having to run from security again?” She chuckled.
