Tessa’s POV

I will never know what’s going on in Pedro’s mind and after our squabble that morning, I had perched at a corner of the houses, draped in just a towel, till it was afternoon.

I did not have anything to wear. I had laundered the two pieces of clothing he had gotten me since we got here.

I was going over the questionnaire again when Pedro asked me to throw on something and meet him in the car - we were going shopping.

I point blank told him I didn't have what to wear, and that the facilities only offered branded

nightwear in their closets.

He asked me...