”Just as the cocktail hour started a taxi pulled up in front of the large villa. A tall strapping man wearing snug jeans and a t-shirt plus a baseba...l cap got out of the back and paid the driver. He strode up to the house carrying a small duffle bag and a winter jacket over one arm. The steps he took carried authority and control over the situation. His head swung from side to side taking in the beauty and functionality of the villa.In response to the doorbell chimes, Edie had run to the door. The way the three now looked at him would let a blind person see that they were in love.Tom got the women into the small car and drove it to Esteban's, the best and most expensive restaurant in town.Tom and Margaret toned down their own auras down to a minimum and he walked in with a Spanish lady holding each of his hands. Herminia was surprised when the maître d' took them immediately to the other table and they saw the rest of their group. Tom sat each of his wives before talking a seat for. Out of guilt I was not able to look at her but I stopped the machine and walked towards her. Mother motioned me towards the lone tree at the corner of the field and we walked towards it.There mom turned towards me and said, “Saro, you are sweating a lot and a lot of dust on your face.” Saying this she came near me and with her loose end of saree she Cleaned my face full of sweat and dust. Then we sat for Lunch. During lunch I could hardly look my mom in her face but I knew that she was watching. ‘But, love…’ The blond protested, her gaze shifting from Jordan to Mercy. ‘I just got to see you…’ A pout formed on the woman’s lips, causing Jordan to laugh, which instantly caused her to glare at him. Mercy only smiled, her arms wrapping around Barbara’s shoulders as she pulled her into a tight hug. ‘It’s fine Barbara. It’s only a short trip for some cocoa right?’ She asked sweetly, causing the woman to sigh. ‘I guess you’re right…’ Barbara murmured, her pout never leaving. By then Jordan.