Miguel's eyebrows lifted, and he laughed. "Si. /And then Marla would know how to track you to your room./" All it took was a first and a last name, after all.
He shook his head in the direction of the waitress, to indicate that he didn't want anything else. "/Nothing for me./"
Musingly, he watched the interaction between their waitress and his brother-in-law. Ah, to be single...and legal...and able to speak the language...