Thirty-Four
Wednesday, March 24, 4:43 P.M. CST
Tranquility Bay Resort, Roatan
Tess was seated in the kitchen of her tiny bungalow, cradling her belly, when the screen door opened behind her and Eva came in.
“It looks like I’ll be the only one joining you for dinner,” Eva said.
Nick was at the stove, stirring a pot of vegetable curry. “Right. You’ve seen Miguel, then?”
“Axel just took me to see him on the way here.”
“How’s my mate?” Nick asked.
Eva’s jaw clenched. “He has plenty of girls to keep him company. Not that it matters, he’s mostly passed out, anyway. Are you going to put him up for the night?”
“I invited him to dinner,” Tess said, “but between the painkillers and the martinis—I told him not to mix, but he talked me into making them—he’s not going anywhere. I believe he’ll
