Chapter 3Ambling toward the jetty, Zander frowned and glanced at his watch. I’m on time. Well, maybe a few minutes early. But there were no small craft in sight. The only vessel was a good-sized speedboat.
Glancing at the chilly bag he carried, Zander hoped he’d picked food that would appeal to Foss. Although it was pretty much the standard kind of nibbles he’d take to any party or picnic, Zander had taken the time to visit a foodie’s paradise and indulged in some more luxurious items.
In addition to the almost obligatory humus and crackers, he’d bought oyster mousse, marinated mushrooms, a jar of artichokes, three different cheeses, salami slices, semi-dried tomatoes, relish, and a bottle of bubbles. There was even a box of luxury chocolates. There was way too much food and he knew it,
