CHAPTER EIGHT
“You really have to leave in the morning?” Randi asked Mike as they were eating dinner on the big veranda just off Hector’s plush great room. They’d been served fresh gulf shrimp over a bed of arugula, a savory risotto and fresh asparagus on the side. Randi had never had such delicious food in her life.
So far, her stay inside Hector’s private compound felt like a wonderful holiday that would never end. But it was ending, at least in part. Mike had flown in just when her missing host finally showed up; though he warned her that it was a quick trip. He planned to leave in the morning, returning to a flight schedule that would keep him busy for at least a month if not two. Randi wished he would stay. Snorkeling in the ocean, walks on the beach, hours in the endless sunshine,
