Chapter 92
“All right, all right, let me get dressed, then we’ll go out.”
Sam dressed quickly. The two descended the stairs and crossed the lobby of the small hotel. Just as they reached the door, it opened, and Ramón stood facing him. The two were only inches apart. Sam felt a mix of emotions flood him—relief he was with Ramón again; embarrassment, with no apparent cause; and arousal, stemming from the physical beauty of the man standing before him.
“Buenos dias,” he said with a smile. “They told me I could find you here.”
“They…they did?” Sam fumbled.
“Si, your friends, Gus, Todd and Se?or Garrett.”
Despite his confused state of mind, Sam was impressed Ramón had afforded Garrett the respect of that title.
“And who is this?” He said looking at Wolf, who sat protectively close to Sam’s leg.
“Ah…um…this is Wolf. My…dog.”
“Hola, Lobo,” Ramón said, extending his hand toward Wolf.
Wolf lowered his ears and let out a soft growl, his hackles rising slightly.