Chapter 10
Los Cauquenes Resort & Spa
Saturday, April 10, 2010
9:35 a.m.
Alistair raised his eyebrows at Sophia’s and Gabriela’s small suitcases, which the bellboy was taking to their waiting car. “Is this it?”
She shrugged. “It was just a few days and I left my other clothes in Rio.”
“You’re a piece of work,” he whispered, shaking his head, amazed. “I have never seen a woman travel with so little. Are you sure you don’t have OCD?”
“As if you weren’t organized too.” She jutted her chin to his small luggage.
“I’m a man,” he said dismissively, as an explanation.
She sighed dramatically, “You’re incorrigible.”
He chuckled. “That’s why I’m marrying you.”
Right. I know. “Indeed,” she mocked.
Gabriela came down to meet them, bouncing lightly between Edward and Felipe. She was wearing
