Chapter 4
Bart finished his jog through the hotel estate. Parrots were wild here and sang to each other. The palm trees shaded the jogging path, but almost no one was out.
The heat burned through him so he understood why.
The moment he returned to his hotel suite, he peeled off his sweat-stained lime green t-shirt and tossed it in a pile he’d probably burn.
In Italy, it was hot but not this sticky.
He headed straight toward his shower when his cell phone rang. He stopped, saw it was Gio, and answered. After their hellos, Bart tore off his sweat pants too and turned on the water in the shower. Gio asked, “You coming to Peter’s family party tonight?”
“I guess.” He stuck his fingers beneath the spray and adjusted the water for the right temperature. He opened his closet to find a busine
