“Are you better?”
Beth blinked at Santiago, her brain doing its best to catch up since she felt as though she’d missed something. “Huh?”
Santiago’s forehead creased. He pointed at the shawl. “You were cold, I presume. I should have warned you. My wife used to get cold as well.”
His wife. It took Beth a solid minute to register why she suddenly felt as though she had been dunked in the cold water surrounding them. Of course it made sense he would be thinking about his deceased wife. Beth remembered he’d mentioned she loved to swim in the open water. This had to have been their thing. And now he’d brought Beth. And a second ago, he’d been looking at her with heat and desire in his eyes. Or had she imagined that? Wishful thinking? “Uhm. Yes. Thank you.”
As though sensing something was wr
