“Kiteboarding, huh?” Alex asked, walking out of his suite wearing swim trunks and a tank top. “Where can we rent a couple of those?”
“Down by the resort, I guess,” Mark said, glancing down at his similar attire. “We look like we’re going surfing.”
“Maybe we can rent some surf boards,” Noah suggested, grabbing a stack of beach towels that had been laid out for them. He draped one around his neck and handed one to Drew.
“I’m pretty sure kiteboarding is surfing,” Drew said. “Except with a big ‘ol kite in our hands.”
Just then Hazel floated down the hall wearing a flowing wraparound skirt or scarf tied at her waist, covering part of her bare midriff, and complimenting the color of her bikini top sports bra. She was the perfect combination of femininity and tomboy.
“Buenos dias, mi prometido,” Mark said, bowing slightly. “You’re looking lovely this morning.”
“Gracias, mi principe.” Hazel lifted onto her toes and kissed Mark on the cheek.
“Uh… when did the two of you get engaged?” Alex asked.
“We have to get married,” Hazel explained, her face a mask of innocence. “We have been commanded to make beautiful babies. Although Marcos hasn’t exactly gotten down on one knee yet.”
Mark immediately lowered himself to kneel right there in the hallway, pleading up to her with puppy dog eyes and holding her hand loosely. “Princsa, casate conmigo.”
“Will you two quit speaking Spanish?” Drew asked. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
“He asked her to marry him,” Noah said.
“No, he told her to marry him,” Alex corrected him. “There was no question there.”
“That’s because he already knows the answer,” Hazel said. “My mother and I have already begun picking out wedding dresses.”
“And Hazel and I have chosen the moonlit beach on which we will begin the creation of our little family.”
“I’m gonna puke,” Noah said. “You guys are sickly sweet.”
“Can we just go rent some kiteboards and get on with our day?” Alex asked. “You two can consummate your marriage later.”
“Not today,” Hazel said with a straight face. “We’ve decided not to elope. I want a wedding befitting a princess.”
“And that you shall have, Your Highness.” Mark lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
Noah leaned over a nearby garbage can and made fake gagging noises.
“If you’re too sick to go to the beach that’s one fewer kiteboard we’ll need to rent,” Mark said.
“I’m not that nauseated,” Noah said, resuming a standing position. “If you’re as rich as I think you are, I plan to take full advantage of your hospitality while we’re here.”
“Let’s head down to the resort where our grandparents honeymooned and see if we can get some toys,” Mark said, holding out his arm for Hazel to slip her hand into the crook of his elbow.
“I’d be more than happy to simply lie on the sandy beach,” Hazel said. “I don’t want to fly on one of those kiteboards.”
“How about if we surf tandem?” Mark suggested. “While we fly you can wrap your arms around my waist.”
“Is that your way of seducing me?” Hazel asked with a flirtatious lilt to her voice.
Mark stopped short and pulled her to the side of the hallway, pushing her gently against the wall and leaning close. Rather than kissing her, like he wanted to do, he spoke close to her ear and whispered, “Trust me, if I were trying to seduce you… you’d know it.”
“Okay,” she squeaked in a tiny surrender.
They looked one another in the eye with a smoldering fire between them and then he pushed away from the wall and held out his arm again, ready to escort her to the waiting limo.
As if they’d never interrupted their walk, she slipped her hand through his arm again and murmured, “I like kiteboards.”
“I’m gonna win the bet,” Drew said in a singsong voice from behind them.