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“My ex-girlfriend is my nanny, and she has a little boy just a few months older than Coby. I consider Little David my son as well.”

“It’s good that I want a big family. You don’t have any other children, do you?” she asked.

“A psychic once told me I have five in total, but I figured he got my niece and nephews mixed up with mine. I think of them as mine sometimes. At least, that’s what I hope.”

“I want a big family, but you might already have too many.”

“Some days, I wonder, but then all I need is for one of them to crawl onto my lap, and I know I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

It turned out that enchilado had nothing to do with Mexican enchiladas. It was a tangy fish stew made with shrimp. Enchilado was hands down the best Cuban dish I’d had since I got here.

After dinner, we talked and danced some more. This time it was slow, and I was able to hold her in my arms. Sarita was much shorter than I, so her head rested on my chest.

At the end of the night, we thanked Paz for a good time. He had a great place, and I planned to come back. We grabbed a cab, and she insisted that she drop me off at my hotel. I don’t think Sarita wanted me to see where she lived.

When we stopped to let me out, Sarita grabbed me and gave me a fierce kiss. I asked the driver for a piece of paper and wrote my number down on it so she could call me. I almost asked her to come up with me, but it didn’t feel right, even though I thought she might join me. Sarita was special; I really did enjoy her company and wanted to get to know her better before we became physical. It really had been a great first date.

◊◊◊ Monday May 23

Cassidy and Kimberly cornered me at breakfast.

“Rumor has it you have a new girlfriend,” Cassidy announced.

“Haven’t had one in over a year. I think the last official girlfriend was Harper, a year ago last spring,” I said. I rubbed my forehead to fend off the headache that was sure was to come on if this line of conversation continued.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” Kimberly asked.

“He has this dumb rule where he only ‘dates’ girls. All his girlfriends call him a ‘stupid boy’ because he doesn’t realize that they’re his girlfriends. They let him believe that they’re ‘just dating.’” Of course, she had to include the air quotes.

“What do you mean, ‘girlfriends’? As in more than one?”

“Don’t get me started on how many he has. Let’s just say he has at least one for every day of the week,” Cassidy said, looking satisfied.

“I should go,” I decided.

“No, eat your breakfast,” Cassidy ordered, giving me her best ‘mom’ impression.

“Are you one of his girlfriends?” Kimberly asked.

“He wishes, but my dad won’t let me. Daddy says that David isn’t the right kind of guy for me.”

“He never said that,” I shot back.

She just waved her hand to dismiss me.

“What’s the difference between him dating someone and them being his girlfriend?” Kimberly asked.

“Oh, that’s easy. David gets all territorial with his girlfriends. He’s very protective of them. I don’t think he learned to share his toys when he was little,” Cassidy surmised.

Kimberly smiled.

“Does that mean I’m one of his girlfriends?”

Cassidy thought about it for a moment and nodded. WTF!

“Good!” Kimberly announced.

“Why, good?” I asked, confused.

“I can tell … uhm … someone that you and I are together, so he needs to back off,” Kimberly explained.