AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Ah.” Her blush betrayed embarrassment. “It’s not nice reminding me.”
He laughed. “On the contrary. I love remembering them. Proof we were happy together.”
“Can we go eat breakfast somewhere?”
“Brunch, actually. It’s almost eleven.”
“Holy cow!” She tried to move away.
Wrapping his leg around her butt, he kept her pressed against him. “I like you here.”
“I like it, too, but I’m starving.”
“Promise you’ll come back again.”
She narrowed her eyes, a mischievous smile curling her lips. “Only for more tango lessons.”
He burst out laughing. “We’ll dance the tango to your heart’s desire, babe.” He kissed her and then helped her up.
“I’m going down to my room to shower, dress, and pack.”
“I’ll do likewise and call my boys. See you in the lobby in an hour.”
After chatting with the boys and reassuring himself that all was well with them, Rick phoned his client and inquired about the software he’d installed the previous day. Here too, things were rolling along smoothly. Pleased with the outcome, he showered and dressed in beige pants and a buttoned-down shirt. He left the two top buttons open and rolled his sleeves to his elbows. Ready to start another fun day, he pulled his carry-on bag to the elevator. In the lobby, he called Mario, their driver from last night, and asked him to meet them in front of the hotel.
Dragging her carry-on, Madison emerged from the elevator. She sashayed toward him, a breath of fresh air, wearing red and blue shorts, a sleeveless, white blouse, blue wedge sandals on her feet, and her big handbag strapped to her shoulders.
He smiled and took her hand. “As lovely as usual.”
They sauntered out of the hotel to the sidewalk where Mario waited for them.
“Buenos dias.” He stowed the luggage in the car trunk and opened the passenger door for them. “You go to airport directly tonight?”
“Yes. Right now, we’re very hungry, Mario. Where can we get a good brunch?”
“Plaza Dorregois a fun place. Good open-air cafes andrestaurants for a good meal, while you watch tango dancers perform. You can even take a lesson.”
“You hear that Madison. We’ll perfect our skills.”
They orderedcafé au lait—Columbian coffee with steamy milk topped with cream—and croissants with ham, blue cheese, and nuts.
Rick snapped a picture of Madison savoring hercafé, her eyes half closed. “That good?”
“Delicious. What do you think of the couple dancing?”
“Last night’s dancers were better.”
“I think so, too.” She met his gaze, and they burst out laughing. They were becoming experts at evaluating the tango.
After brunch, they strolled through the antique market. Madison marveled at a small painting of a couple in a tango pose. Rick offered it to her as a souvenir of their time in Buenos Aires.
Next, Mario drove them to theRecoleta Cemetery, where they admired marble mausoleums and statues of local nobility, including Eva Peron.
“Now, we go to an area calledCaminito. Caminitomeanslittle street,” their self-appointed guide added.
Along the colorful street, they watched artists at work, and Rick insisted that Madison pose for a sketched portrait.
“This one is for me,” Rick declared, holding the likeness of her.
