CHAPTER 13
“I can’t believe the chaperone just ran off like that! What’s the matter with her?” Geoffrey growled, slamming his book shut, tossing it on a little round table, and flinging himself into the leather seat in the library.
“Nothing, sir. She have a big problem at home.” Julia perched next to him and laid a hand on his arm.
“You don’t have to call me sir, Julia.” His tone softened noticeably.
“Then what I should call you?” she asked.
“You may call me Geoffrey if you wish.”
Her eyes widened. “Is no right,” she told him hurriedly.
“Why not? My friends all call me by my name. You are my friend, are you not?”
She responded with a rapid stream of Spanish he could not quite follow. He closed his eyes. Sometimes I feel so old. My own daughter learned to speak the language fluently
