It started to make sense, this is what he was keeping from me. But at the same time, I had to think there was something more. He gave it away too quickly and I didn't believe him. I didn't believe that it was all he was keeping from me. I knew that there was more.

While Craig wanted to get closer, I still wanted to talk. It was pretty obvious to me that he was not in the mood to talk, but I was here, and I wasn't going to be here that much long and I wanted to know where we stood.

“So what else aren’t you telling me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like the late-night doctor calls that you get from criminals. What else is there?”

I felt like I had to ask because there was no telling what else there was. If he was willing to do that, there was no telling what else he was capable of doing. I wanted to know who I was getting in bed with. I was starting to see that the man I thought I knew, was so much more than that. The man I knew, he was something else altogether. The problem was, I didn't know what else he was. How far was he willing to go?

“I don't know what you're talking about Jeanine. I have told you everything. We have been talking on the phone for months now, I think everything has come out.”

“That didn't come out. Your extra moonlighting job.”

“No, I guess it didn't. I didn't think that it was a big deal. It is just what I do, and I don't regret it. People need help, no matter who they are and I'm going to help them.”

That was how I seen it as well, but I just knew in my gut that there was something more. I knew that there was something that he was keeping from me, and I wanted to know what it was. I knew that I would find out about it eventually, just like I had his late night going-ons, but I wanted to hear from him. I didn't want to find out some other way. This was something that he should tell me to my face.

“I told you I'm sorry that I didn't say anything before. But there is nothing else.”

“If there is Craig, it would be better if you just told me now. Don’t make me find out some other way.”

“There is nothing. I’m telling you the truth. If there was something to say, I would tell you. But there isn’t. I kept this to myself because I didn’t think that it would be that big of a deal. I usually never get called this much. It is just a bad coincidence.”

I wanted to believe him, so it was easy for me to go along with it. I wanted to go along with it. The last thing I wanted to do was argue with him about it. I loved him, and I wanted to enjoy my time here. Unlike Craig, I knew I was going home when the time was over. So, I wanted to enjoy it as much as I possibly could. I knew that the time together that we had was very fleeting.

I let the rest of it lie. I didn't think that he was going to tell me anything more. He was far too worried about getting into my panties. It didn't take long for me to be on the same page. If nothing else, I'll always remember the time that we spent in bed together. It is something beyond magical.

The next day we went back to his house in town and spent most of the day on the beach. The beach was my favorite place to go and Craig used that to his advantage. For a while, I forgot all about the things that were left out. I didn't think about his late nights where he was called out and then wouldn’t come back until morning. It happened three more times the rest of the week. Coincidence or not, he was gone quite a bit.

But I tried not to think about it. I just wanted to pretend that everything was the way it was supposed to be. I didn't want to think about him working with criminals and God only knows who else. That world was not a world that I was used to, and it was a world that I didn't want to get used to. I had always stayed away from trouble as much as I could, and I certainly didn't want to be around it in another country.

It wasn't just the late nights that he was gone either. There were a lot of random people that would come up to him and give him money. While he had said that it was for services rendered, I was starting to wonder what those services were. My mind was either playing tricks on me or I was finally seeing it all, the big picture. I just wasn't sure which one it was.

“You have been rather quiet today Jeanine. Are you sure you're okay?”

I blamed it on a headache, one that I had blamed it on before.

“I think I'm going to go get some Tylenol. Where is it?”

He told me that there was some in the bathroom, And I told him that I would be right back. He offered to go get it for me, but I needed a moment. My mind was coming up with too many scenarios and I just needed a moment. He had some friends over and I could no longer keep the smile on my face. Craig had a lot of people over, a lot of the time. It would have been fine, they were all really nice, but I had too many what-ifs and wonders in my head to carry a conversation at the moment.

On my way to the bathroom, Lisbeth stopped me in the hallway. I asked her what it was that she wanted, but she didn't say anything. She looked at my hand and I thought for a minute that she wanted to shake it. But then I realized that she was looking for something, and obviously it was something that wasn't there. She said a few words in Spanish and walked away, looking back at me and waving her hands in disgust.

I really needed to learn some Spanish. If not for no other reason but to be able to communicate with Lisbeth. There is obviously something that she wanted to say to me, or a question that I needed to ask her, but I didn't know how.

I found the tablets and took a couple. When I got back downstairs, Craig and one of the men were talking quietly in the corner. They were sitting next to each other at the table and whatever it was they were talking about, had both of them engrossed in the conversation. Ruiz, one of his friends that I had been introduced to earlier, came up to me and congratulated me.

“Congratulations for what?”

“Well for your nuptials of course. We would have come, but Craig didn't really tell anybody that he was getting married. I will have to make sure to get you guys a wedding gift.”

“I think you are mistaken. We didn't get married.”

The guy looked at me like I was the one that was confused. And then he looked at my hand, the same one that Lisbeth was so interested in, and it started to make sense. Did he really think that we were married?

“Craig just told us about it. And then I heard something from the preacher. He said that he married you at the beginning of the week.”

I nodded my head and went along with it, smiling. I didn't know what else to say and it was becoming clear that I needed to talk to Craig before I talked to anybody else. It appeared as though Craig had done something that I knew nothing about. Those moments in the church started to make sense now.

I didn't want to believe that Craig would do something like that, so I tried to think of some other reason for this conversation to be happening. Obviously, this guy didn't know what he was talking about. Or maybe Craig had said something about us wanting to get married. I really didn't know. I didn't want to believe what was right in front of me.