That night they dined outside in the garden beneath a big full moon while surrounded by the trade winds that blew a raw, sultry exotic wind in from off the ocean.
“Well, Nick’s finally dead, and it looks like I’m filthy rich,” Dezi said as he got up and walked over to Rox, who was standing at the edge of the patio and looking out at the ocean in deep thought.
“There must be a reason why they call the rich ‘filthy,’” Rox said. “I’ll tell you right now, if you turn into one of those dirty old men who—”
“Who what?” Dezi whispered as he held Rox by the shoulders, and nibbled his ear.
“I’ll leave you, that’s what,” Rox said, pulling himself away abruptly. “Hell, I don’t even know if I like you.”
“You don’t have to like me as long as you love me.”
“The jury’s still out on that one.”
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