She could get used to this. To Nate, to the feeling of safety she had when she was with him. To those warm brown eyes peering at her so intently. She'd missed those eyes. Even when she was still grieving Vinnie, she'd known Nate was special. He'd changed since then. She suddenly really wanted to know why. "What about you? I saw you quit—"

"There they are." Nate nodded to the store's entrance, where Leslie and Ana stepped out, hand-in-hand. Ana swung a plastic bag in her other hand and filled the air with her chatter. They turned in the opposite direction from where Nate and Marisa sat and continued their stroll. "They still have forty-five minutes."

"I wonder if Leslie will get tired of her?"

"How could she?" Nate asked. "Ana's delightful. I'm more worried about Ana getting tired of Leslie."

Marisa batted his arm. "Stop. That's not nice."

"Sorry." His smile said he wasn't, but she didn't push it. Leslie hadn't been herself on this trip. She'd been argumentative and short-tempered, unusual for Marisa's big sister. But after what she'd gone through, it was understandable.

They passed a jewelry store, and Nate paused. Marisa peered over his shoulder to see the display of watches. "Nice. You going to get one?"

"Those are Rolexes." He pointed to a gold one. "That's probably fifteen, maybe twenty grand."

She stuck her nose in the air. "Cheap junk. I much prefer a Timex."

As he chuckled, a local came out of the store and approached. "You would like to look, maybe for the lady?"

She giggled. "Go ahead. I'm going to keep following."

"Um..."

She walked away before he could say anything else. She didn't want to lose Leslie and Ana, but Nate didn't have to share her paranoia. If he couldn't find her, they'd all just meet at the restaurant. Though she'd prefer to spend the hour with Nate, maybe she'd be better off walking away. Everything about him was magnetic. She couldn't get pulled in.

And she didn't need him to walk with her. She could do this alone. The thought had her checking over her shoulders. Shoppers, tourists, employees. She was safe here.

She peered ahead, through the throng of people who suddenly seemed to be moving at the speed of cold honey. Leslie and Ana had to be just ahead. After a minute, Marisa still didn't see them. "¡Perdóneme! Excuse me," she muttered as she pressed through the crowd. Her stomach filled with panic. Foolish. Her daughter was with her sister. And Leslie would take good care of Ana.

Tell that to Marisa's racing heart.