Chapter 18After a moment or so, Rashmi patted his face with a handkerchief. “I do apologise, Ariadne, but I’m feeling overly hot. I think I will go and stand on the veranda to cool down.”
“Perhaps you should return to your room.” She was around the table in an instant, sliding her arm through his and urging him toward the restaurant doors.
Jacques hurried over, “Is everything all right, sir, madame?”
Ariadne spoke first. “Perfectly fine, thank you. The gentleman is tired. Please bill our rooms for the meal and drinks. Mine is three-twenty, and yours, Rashmi?”
“Fifth floor suite.” Rashmi’s voice was a husky rasp, but Ariadne shooed away Jacques, insisting she would care for Rashmi.
As they approached the steps, Asif emerged from the shadows, taking Rashmi’s other arm. Outside the resta
