Chapter 5Rob
Rob found his friend already sitting at his favorite table by the window and playing distractedly with a jewelry box, oblivious of the manicured lawn of the golf course and the players walking by. At another table by a wall, two of his bodyguards watched everything with hawk eyes.
Rob nodded and they nodded back.
“What did you order?” he asked, pulling a chair and sitting smoothly.
“Just assorted Spanish tapas and Ventus. Have you heard of that wine?” Hack said.
“Nice little vineyard from Argentina. Good choice.”
“Glad you approve.” Hack nodded shortly and trained his piercing blue eyes on him. “So what was the rush about? Something about the results?”
“No, man. Your health is picture-perfect. You're ready for an Ironman competition, or to get married…”
Hack chuckled a
