CHAPTER SIX
After dinner, Jules stood on the terrace alone. Cicadas chirped. A breeze rustled the palm fronds. The temperature had cooled, but no jacket was required.
Inside, Brandt enjoyed a brandy with King Dario. Enrique must still be on his telephone call with the ambassador to the United States because she didn’t see him through the open doors.
No matter. Jules enjoyed the solitude. She needed a break from the endless conversation during dinner. At least the topic had turned to something interesting.
With her hands on the railing, Jules gazed up. The stars surrounding the almost full moon winked at her. A smile graced her lips.
Enrique hadn’t agreed to the sailing invitation, but his “right now” filled her with hope. She’d had no idea her intended raced sailboats or that her futu
