Chapter 11: PlansEfren, the previous day
“Sir?”
Efren startled when Dru slunk around the corner as he approached the dining hall for the evening meal.
“Ah, yes, Dru. Is everything in place?”
“Yes, sir. Will you require assistance when you retire this evening, or should Erich and I make ourselves scarce?”
“Wonderful. Thank you.” Efren nodded. “Scarce, I think, would strike a more romantic note.”
“Very well.” Dru smiled and backed away. “Enjoy your evening, sir. I will see you in the morning.”
Marcelo was already seated in the dining hall. He looked up when Efren entered and blushed prettily when they locked gazes.
Efren sat and gave Marcelo a light, dining-hall-friendly kiss.
Marcelo tipped his head inquiringly. “Why do you look so much like the cat that got the cream?”
“Because I
