Chapter Twenty-One
Nassau, New Providence, Bahamas.
Tom and Felicia slept late. It was after three when they had finally reached the sanctuary of Tom’s room. The recriminations and explanations had seemed to go on forever. John was mightily upset that Cortez had drowned. The fact that Roberto was cooperating fully with the authorities had mollified him somewhat. Leader’s boffins from MI6 were having a field day with Cortez’s computers, so Tom and Felicia were alone all morning.
They had a lot of catching up to do. They reveled in each other and were both reluctant to get out of the huge king-size bed. The happy couple transferred their reunion to the luxurious bathroom and soaked together in the giant tub. Tom and Felicia lay at opposite ends of the tub sipping on orange juice and champ
