Chapter 15Thank God for this umbrella, or else I’d be as red as a lobster, I thought, digging my toes into the sand.
The beach was gorgeous, and we had already enjoyed the ocean a few times. Eduardo went back to the resort to order lunch and drinks. His ankle had improved and as long as he took his time, he could walk normally.
What’s the Spanish word for lobster?
I leaned forward to grab my phone, but before I could search anything, it buzzed with an incoming call.
“Hey Kat,” I said. A few days ago, I had texted her that Eduardo and I were reunited, but she wanted a proper conversation so she could hear all the details. She was a good best friend like that.
“Hey papi chulo,” she said jokingly.
“Oh, no, you sound like all the white twinks who hit on Eduardo when we go out. It’s so cr
