Chapter 6
Ridley was not used to being the slow one, but Erica made him feel that way.
Atop the cliff had been a broad platform with a garden offering spots of shade. At the center, a stone watchtower rose another two stories and she had stood atop the ultimate platform with her eyes closed and her face into the gentle breeze. It had fluttered her hair back and made her seem indeed an Italian princess of old—face raised to defy the pirates.
She’d let him buy her lunch at the restaurant built into the face of the cliff. Most of their tables were down on the piazza, but a few were placed on a porch halfway up the cliff. The small balcony was accessed through a massive submarine’s hatch bolted right to the rock. The door was salt-crusted on the outside, but the bright condition of the fast
