Standing on the terrace, Victoria enjoyed the breeze in her hair. She felt her husband's presence before she felt his arms around her, and a soft kiss brush the back of her neck.
"Mmm," she murmured, closing her eyes.
"Querida, what are you thinking about?" He whispered, seductively.
"Jaime," she whispered, feeling him instantly back away.
"What about Jaime?"
"He is doing something interesting in the meadow."
"Right now?"
"He's been going out at dawn and visiting the meadow."
"Oh, that's bird-watching."
"No, it isn't. I've been Jaime-watching. It's not bird-watching, Diego. I think you should go Jaime-watching as well."