Page 51 of Silver Hunter


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Paula, one of Abuela’s granddaughters, stepped outside. “Buenos días,cariño. You come back to take your wife?” she asked in her sexy Spanish accent.

“What?” Grace’s head flew up, and I gave Paula a warning look—which she ignored.

“I give you memories here”—she touched my lip and lowered her hand to my crotch—“and give memories here, but you leave.”

I caught Grace’s snicker and removed Paula’s hand from my dick.

“What happen to hair?” She raked her fingers through my shorter cut.

“Ahem, I cleaned up a bit. Listen,querida.Puedes traer agua, por favor?”

“Cualquier cosa por ti, cariño.”

Paula and her grandmother went inside while we sat at the only dusted table by the bakery.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“A little.”

“I’ll get fish going for dinner back home, but I’m sure Abuela is in the back kitchen, making breakfast.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize we’d ordered.”

I laughed. “We didn’t, but she knows we arrived late, and that’s enough. Abuela is the chief of this village.”

“A grandma?”

“Who better to protect all the women and girls than a fierce lioness? Her husband died protecting the girls, and she was the one who found me and dragged my ass over here.”

“She found you?”

“Drowning my sorrows at a bar in San José. Poor Abuela. I threw up most of my way from there to the coast.”

“That’s gross.”

“She’s a determined woman.”

Paula came outside with a tray and two empty glasses. She walked across the street, pushed a lever on a pump three times, and filled them.

“Oh, my God. Is that for us?” Grace watched Paula carry the glasses back to our table. I was parched.

“Straight from a spring. It runs off the river where you swam.”

Paula set the glasses on the table, winked my way, and turned back to the kitchen. The smell of eggs, corn pancakes, and fried plantains drifted in the air. I lifted the glass, but Grace caught my arm.

“Wait. I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“You can’t drink that. I peed in the waterfall.”

I chuckled. “Okay.”

“So you’re going to drink contaminated water?”

This time, I laughed louder.

“The spring water is deep underground, so whatever pee the river carried down the stream is long gone and nowhere near the source. Drink the water and get used to it. It’s the only source of hydration here.”

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