Liz shielded her eyes from the sun and looked toward the shop. Luis was busily fitting two couples with snorkel gear. A glance to the left showed her only the Expatriate remained in dock. “Cozumel’s becoming very popular,” she murmured.

“Isn’t that the idea?”

“For business?” She moved her shoulders. “I’d be a fool to complain.”

“But?”

“But sometimes I think it would be nice if I could block out the changes. I don’t want to see the water choked with suntan oil. Hola, Luis.”

“Liz!” His gaze passed over Jonas briefly before he grinned at her. “We thought maybe you deserted us. How did you like Acapulco?”

“It was…different,” she decided, and was already scooting behind the counter to find the daily schedule. “Any problems?”

“Jose took care of a couple repairs. I brought Miguel back to fill in, but I keep an eye on him. Got this—what do you call it—brochure on the aqua bikes.” He pulled out a colorful pamphlet, but Liz only nodded.

“The Brinkman party’s out diving. Did we take them to Palancar?”

“Two days in a row. Miguel likes them. They tip good.”

“Hmm. You’re handling the shop alone.”

“No problem. Hey, there was a guy.” He screwed up his face as he tried to remember the name. “Skinny guy, American. You know the one you took out on the beginners’ trip?”

She flipped through the receipts and was satisfied. “Trydent?”

“Sí, that was it. He came by a coupla times.”

“Rent anything?”

“No.” Luis wiggled his eyebrows at her. “He was looking for you.”

Liz shrugged it off. If he hadn’t rented anything, he didn’t interest her. “If everything’s under control here, I’m going to take Mr. Sharpe out for a diving lesson.”

Luis looked quickly at Jonas, then away. The man made him uneasy, but Liz looked happier than she had in weeks. “Want me to get the gear?”

“No, I’ll take care of it.” She looked up and smiled at Jonas. “Write Mr. Sharpe up a rental form and give him a receipt for the gear, the lesson and the boat trip. Since it’s…” She trailed off as she checked her watch. “Nearly eleven, give him the half-day rate.”

“You’re all heart,” Jonas murmured as she went to the shelves to choose his equipment.

“You got the best teacher,” Luis told him, but couldn’t manage more than another quick look at Jonas.

“I’m sure you’re right.” Idly, Jonas swiveled the newspaper Luis had tossed on the counter around to face him. He missed being able to sit down with the morning paper over coffee. The Spanish headlines told him nothing. “Anything going on I should know about?” Jonas asked, indicating the paper.