It was the perfect way to welcome a new day. Two bodies that moulded into one, sharing a journey together, sharing a lifetime. She was looking forward to their future. A time when they could look back on what was happening here with a laugh. Now that Archer’s recurring nightmares—that once ruined almost every night—had all but vanished, nearly everything was perfect. Nearly. The unusual finger of gold was still around his neck, but she no longer considered it his noose. The treasure had become the new albatross. Hopefully that will be off the yacht very soon. Then, and only then, would she feel safe again. Rosalina slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. As she showered, she thought about the treasure and in particular the realisation that they may only find one third of it. If Helen hadn’t informed them when she did, they could’ve wasted months off the shores of Anafi looking for items that simply weren’t there. It was time she didn’t want to waste. Archer had proposed to her a few months ago and Nonna still hadn’t seen her engagement ring.
