Chapter Seventeen
Saint Tropez, France
July 4th
With the Maures Mountains as a backdrop, the hotel Le Bailli de Suffren, near St. Tropez on the French Riviera, offers a million dollar view of the Mediterranean for a modest rate of only five hundred and fifty euros a day.
Rio Lujan booked adjoining suites, with rooms on the second and third floors. The connected terraces on the third floor would provide a sweet private dining experience, with soft evening breezes off the sea for accompaniment.
He and Sasha had shared photos of each other so there wouldn’t be any surprises when they met.
At La Mole, the St. Tropez International airport, he spotted her long red hair from across the terminal lobby.
Rio was surprised.
“Sasha!”
Other than when he’d seen her in the desert from five hundr
