Vidal kept a close watch on Rosalind while he danced, making sure she didn’t mind. He needn’t have worried. Every time he caught her eye, she rewarded him with a dazzling smile.
He walked over to his capataz, Juan Garcia, and lingered as the man asked him an involved question about the following year’s crop rotations.
Vidal squirmed with annoyance. I hate talking business at parties, and Juan, though a good-hearted man and a hard worker, has little else to say.
Vidal longed to get back to Rosalind but was unable to leave without looking rude. He glanced in her direction, hoping she would understand his absence. She smiled reassuringly. She’s dealt with Garcia before, too.
As the minutes dragged by, Vidal found a strange uneasiness stealing over him. It wasn’t boredom that prevented him
