Chapter 114

• The driveway curved around a thicket of mangrove, the vegetation cut back farther and farther from the road until they emerged into a clearing artfully landscaped with tropical plants. The casa principia was smaller than many other main homes on the old haciendas, but the intimate size suited his taste better than the rambling casa he’d grown up in.
• He pulled around back and parked, mindful of Hanola’s gasp of surprise. This view always took his breath away as well, for the portico ran the length of the house, and with the setting sun bathing the stucco a warm gold, it looked like a Mayan palace fit for a king.
• “It’s beautiful,” she said.