The physical damage to the club was only the beginning. Now I had employees’ welfare to think about, insurance claims to deal with and a very beautiful woman to protect. After I hung up the phone from the last call I had to make, I rubbed my temples. In a way, Ricard did me a favor. I was in a secluded cottage with a woman I’d wanted for ages. Alone together. What would have happened last night had he not blown up the club? Would we have gone home together? Made love? Or would she have changed her mind and gone home alone? Impossible to know. In a way, I wouldn’t change a thing about last night. Despite all the damage and destruction, spending the night with Nike was something I’d never regret. Where was she now? On the deck? Funny how being apart from her, even for a little while, left a sort of ache inside. A yearning to be near her again. I walked over to the back door to join her. That’s when I saw figures down near the water. They had found us. Ricard was crouched down over something, but the smaller one was blocking my view.
