Footsteps splashed in the hallway, growing louder as they approached the courtyard. Nick and Ana Marta swiveled in their chairs as Emma, Sophia’s baby sister, bolted naked from the passageway. She screeched with delight as her wet feet slapped the ground. She launched herself onto Hunt’s lap, soaking his shorts. He grinned, averting his gaze, as Maria tickled the girl’s side. Emma laughed with a big toothy smile and sparkling Andalusian eyes.

Sara tore around the corner clutching a towel.

“This child,” she huffed, feigning scorn.

Emma skedaddled from Hunt’s lap and beat feet, but Sara cornered her behind a potted fern. Scooping the toddler in her arms, she nuzzled Emma’s belly, and Emma squealed, kicking her heels. Sara wished them all goodnight and returned the child to the family bath, kissing Philip’s cheek as he exited the hall.