She was a cute little thing, that sexy stranger. I hadn’t seen Samantha do a double take on a girl like that since college. I couldn’t help but smile.

“You think she’s a sweet little number, don’t you,” I teased, before taking a swig of my beer.

The patio at the resort was hopping. People were drinking, dancing and laughing. The boisterous crowd was stained by red and pink neon lights. We noticed the girl had gone to the bar.

“I am a happily married woman,” Samantha said.

“And?”

“And you are my husband.”

“And?”

“And… ” She looked at me pensively as she played with the cocktail straw of her fancy fruity concoction. “It’s vacation. Vacations are... Leer Más