Mexican Hospitality

Jordan left Angie with Ana while he went back to his room. It was hard for him, but Ana said it would be good if they sort of worked into each other. She had been gone for a long time, missing for six months, but he really hadn't seen her in two years since he separated from his wife. Sitting down on the bed, he looked at his hands. Long ago he had taken off his wedding band, but still a faint white band of un-tanned skin remained. Probably God's punishment for getting a divorce, but Jordan didn't believe God would be so petty.

He was going to meet them at 2pm to go shopping. Jordan needed to find Angie's mother and then get Angie out of town, but for some reason Ana made him feel at home, even though he could tell that for some reason he made her feel uncomfortable. It was almost as if she didn't like white men, or at least Americans. ~Whichever, she is good with Angie and she can help me get to know my child again, that's good enough for me for now. ~ Even as he thought it, some part of his mind chided him for not admitting what it knew: Jordan was beginning to like Ana, a lot.

Jordan lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He was tired and he closed his eyes for what he intended to be only a minute.

He closed his eyes and Ana appeared, in her thin shand and tight shorts. Climbing on top of him, she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. He could almost feel her with him, but as he swam back to consciousness, his eyes told him that he must have been dreaming. The clock beside the bed said 1:30pm so he pushed himself off the bed, rubbed his face and headed for the bathroom.

"Summer time," Ana sang to Angie as the little girl tried to sing the same song, "And the living's easy." After the song Angie stood up and tried to sing the song again. Analiza hummed along to help her. "Alright my little star," Ana said, "lets get you showered and dress for daddy to take you shopping." Angie got up and walked with Ana. Ana placed her in one of the tubs in an empty room and filled the tub with cool bubbly water.

"Do I get to stay in until I am all wrinkled?" the little girl asked in Spanish. Ana smiled and looked at her watch, "Or until one thirty, Which ever comes first." Angie giggled and began to play submarine with her rubber duck.

Ana watched the little girl from a near by chair. She reminds her of Jordan. She had seen so much pain in his eyes when he had first saw Angie. But then again his eyes should be hurting. She had sprayed him with pepper spray. She chuckled at that and smiled. He was a sexy man but then again so was her ex.

Jordan splashed some water in his eyes. ~Now I know why they use that shit to subdue criminals,~ he thought as he washed his eyes for the umpteenth time. They still burned a little and watered some and had since he first got sprayed with it. ~Well, I guess I did deserve it.~ He put on a clean, loose fitting shirt and headed over to the office where he could wait for Ana and Angie.

Ana took Angie to her place so that Ana could get dressed. She slipped into a knee length black skirt. A white tank top and pulled her curly black hair up into a pony tail. She squirted on some perfume and slipped on her sunglasses before grabbing her keys, her purse and cell and Angie's hand, "Let’s go shopping," she said.

Jordan turned at the sound of voices and saw Ana and Angie. He looked down at his daughter. "Hi ditu. How was your bath?"

Angie giggled and ran over to give him a hug. Jordan looked at Ana and she motioned for him to pick her up, "Pick her up," Analiza mouth to him.

Jordan picked up his daughter, surprised how heavy she felt. "You've been eating good, must be all the good food around here." He looked over her shoulder at Ana, "thanks" he mouthed to her.

"No problem," she mouthed to him then loudly, "I'll drive if you don’t mind." She walked around to the driver's side of the truck and held her hand out for the key.

Carrying Angie, Jordan reached into his pocket and fished out the keys. He tossed them to Ana and climbed into the passenger side with Angie on his lap. The truck didn't have a seat for three because he didn't think he would need it.

Ana looked at the two of them as she made way into town to the shopping mall. She would get herself a new dress too. It was something to celebrate. She pulled into the small plaza and got out of the truck she handed Jordan the keys as he walked around with Angie then led them into a store, "hola," she called. "Ana!" came the excited call, "and Angie, how are you sweetie?" the lady asked in Spanish.

"Esta mi papa!" Angie said happily. The lady looked at Jordan as if she had seen a ghost.

Jordan heard Angie say 'papa' and her pointing finger. It didn't take much to gauge the look of the lady across from them. He didn't know what to say. Some would think he deserted her, others may think that he is not her real father. Telling them the truth would not only be the wrong thing to do, but also be really tiring after a while. "Um..." he started as he looked over at Ana. At least if he was with Ana, people wouldn't immediately think that he was trying to kidnap Angie.

"Its a long story," Ana said, "Her mom took Angie away from him when they broke up so he was given custody of her and her mom took off with her... It’s a looooong long story."

"Oh you poor man," the lady said patting Jordan on the back and Ana only rolled her eyes, "Can you show us something absolutely wonderful for little Angie?" Ana asked, just to get the woman to get her paws off Jordan.

~Friendly nation,~ Jordan thought as he walked into the store. He leaned over to whisper in Ana's ear. "Thanks, I wasn't sure whether to try to explain or not. I was afraid to find myself on the wrong end of a real short rope. Figuratively at least."

His breath tickled her ear and she wanted to giggled but didn’t. She turned to find they were almost nose to nose, "No problem," she blushed and looked away, "Papa can you help me find a dress?" Angie asked.

Looking into her eyes, he saw something, but when she turned her head, he lost it though. Looking at his daughter he smiled. "Sure honey." They looked through the racks for a while. Angie of course wanted every dress, but they finally settled on a nice flower-print number.

Ana left the two of them to go find her dress in a store next door. She mouthed it to Jordan then hurried out the door. She took a deep breath when she was out of him seeing her and pressed her back to the wall, ~stop it stop it! Not another one Analiza~ she said then walked into the store. She fothe the dress she had picked out a week before. A sexy black one that was short on the right side but went down over her left knee. She paid for it and went back to see Jordan.

Jordan purchased the dress for Angie and a sleeveless T-shirt for himself. It was one of those tight shirts that show off the stomach. He had seen a few guys in town wear one and he thought he would try one. He didn't have a ripped six-pack, but he was in pretty good shape. As they walked out the door, they caught up with Ana. He noticed that she was carrying a bag with something in it. "Get something for yourself too?"

"Yah," she said, "Nothing special." She walked to the driver's side and asked him he wanted her to drive back home, "I have to go home because I have to get dressed take a shower and be ready to run around with the food people and the musicians."

"Ok, not a problem." Jordan handed her the keys and climbed into the truck with Angie. The ride was rowdy with Angie taking the opportunity to grill her father with all the questions of where he had been. Jordan answered them as completely as he could without trying to let any of the venom he felt for her mother right now. There was no telling where she was.

They drove into the motel parking lot and Angie ran in to show Marcus her dress. As Ana handed Jordan his keys he gently wrapped his hand around hers and the keys. "Um... what does one wear to a fiesta?"

She looked down to where their hands met and shivered lightly, "For the female," she said, "Something sexy. For the male, something they can wear on a hot night." she looked up to wink at him, "Now can you please let my arm go."

Jordan let go of her hand, but took the keys. "I seem to have that problem; not being able to keep my hands off of you. My apologies." Turning to walk inside, he followed Ana to the office.

"I see," Ana said to his comment, "I don’t see why really."