I shrug. “Hell if I know. I’ve never done this before.”
The girls let out a tortured wail in the other room—and then immediately giggle together—and Jonas and I laugh.
“I think there’s a good chance the two humans in that bedroom have vaginas,” I say.
Jonas nods his agreement. “God, I hope so, or else I’ve been seriously duped. So how was Brazil?” he asks.
“Un-fucking-believable.” I give him a brief synopsis of Kat’s and my travels through Brazil and show him a few photos on my phone. “In Rio, we stayed at this bungalow right on the beach. This is the view from the deck out front.”
“Whoa,” Jonas says, looking at my photo. “Send me the info on that place, would you? Maybe I’ll take Sarah to Rio later this year.”
“Oh, you should take Sarah forCarnival,” I say.
“Oh, good idea,” Jonas says. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
I tap out a quick text to Theresa on my phone. “I’m texting T-Rod to send you the info on where we stayed in Rio. She’ll hook you right up.”
“Thanks,” Jonas says. He gets up and ambles to the bar in the corner of the suite. “You wanna beer?”
“Yeah. Hit me with some VenezuelancervezaI’ve never heard of before, bro.”
Jonas opens the fridge. “Hmm. Looks like we’ve got something calledCardenal?”
“Perfecto,mi hermano.”
Jonas hands me an opened beer and sits back down.
“Gracias,” I say.
“De nada,”Jonas says, swigging his beer. “Con mucho gusto, mi hermano estupido.”
“You did really well talking to Mariela today,” I say. “I was impressed.”
“Yeah, Sarah speaks Spanish to me all the time,” Jonas says, grinning. “She’s so fucking sexy.” He sighs happily. “But my Spanish was already pretty good before Sarah came along. I guess it’s just burned into the deep recesses of my brain from when Mariela used to talk to us as kids.”
“Well, maybe it’s burned into the deep recesses of your brain, but it’s certainly not burned into mine. I couldn’t understand a fucking word Mariela was saying all day besidesgraciasandmi hijoandamor.”
Jonas chuckles. “You didn’t need to understand Mariela’s words—I think she made herself pretty damned clear with her body language.”
“Definitely,” I agree. “It was pretty hard to misunderstand all that hugging and kissing and crying.”
The girls squeal loudly in the other room and Jonas glances toward the source of the sound.
“Damn, these walls are thin,” Jonas says. “Maybe I should have gotten a separate suite for Sarah and me?”
“Meh, it’s fine,” I say. “It’s only for two nights. Plus, the four of us will be out all day tomorrow exploring Caracas—we’ll hardly be in the suite together except to sleep at night.”
“Well, maybe you and Kat plan tosleep.But I’m on my honeymoon, man—sleeping’s not on the agenda.” Jonas snickers. “And Sarah’s ascreamer.”
“Dude, why you always gotta go there? I know you love screwing your beautiful wife, okay? I got it.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t need that visual of you.”
“What the fuck?” Jonas says, laughing. “You just told me your unicorn has a jet engine permanently strapped between her legs, and I’m not allowed to—”
“Blah, blah, blah,” I say, cutting Jonas off, making him laugh again. “All I’m saying is if you’ve got a problem with all of us sharing a suite, then you’ll have to be the one to move, not me. Theresa said this is the only hotel in Caracas that’s up to mystandards—and there’s only one penthouse suite in the whole goddamned hotel. So if you wanna move to a ghetto room on a lower floor be my guest, motherfucker, but I’m staying right here where the streets are paved with gold.”
“You’re such a snob, you know that?”
I shrug and take a sip of my beer. “I make no apologies—I like what I like.”
