Beside her in the berth, Nathaway Talley was still asleep. A stripe of sunlight lay across his bare shoulder, as if the day were caressing him, as infatuated as she. Gazing at him as he slept, she loved everything about him: the bony angles of his body; the texture of his exotic, pale skin agains...
Tway was beside him, and Gill sat at the bar. Calpe stood near the door. She had a tense, bodyguard posture, her eyes everywhere. Though there was no sign of the pistol she carried, she looked armed. The bartender looked in Harg’s direction, hoping to sell another pint. Tw...
