I cock my head. “Why don’t you eat at the breakfast bar? I never see you there.” He turns to face me fully. “You’ve been looking for me?” he asks and sounds inordinately pleased by that fact. “I watch all the guests. They’re fascinating.” “You mean you hate-watch the honeymoon couples?” “Yes,” I say. “Two of them fed each other chopped mango yesterday morning, and I almost committed double homicide with my grapefruit spoon.”
