Brodie woke early as he felt Malik snuggle into him, her body mirroring the profile of his own. They gradually found each other once again, making love slowly as they gradually woke to the dawn breaking. Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, from time to time drifting in and out of sleep, till they could no longer put off the new day.
While they were both apprehensive about the coming days, they were also aware that irrespective of the outcome, they would have very little more time together as the operation neared its conclusion. Either Malik would return to her career in Madrid and Brodie to his bar in Puerto Ricos or the evening would end badly for one or both of them.
“I feel like a condemned man having his last meal,” Brodie murmured in her ear.
She turned to face him, tears in
