Chapter Twelve
HOLTI freeze, stunned. Not because Wes is demanding I hire some random woman as his nanny. I expected something like this after the resort manager spent nearly the entire walk over extolling the virtues of the Kinder Club director he believed Wes ran off to visit.
“Her son and your son have formed a very good friendship during his time here, Señor Calson,” Arturo explained.
And Wes is a Calson, even if for security purposes he travels under his mother’s maiden name. I would have expected nothing less from him than a negotiation. One I am more than willing to take into consideration. The air here in Mexico is humid and lank, and the sun beats down relentlessly with a bright, hot light. I am only here to get the photos Della recommended to prove, despite Wes’s viral meltdow
