“Late night swim, I don’t think so!” Malik replied softly, following Brodie out of the bar.
She caught his arm, “I’m not going for a swim, I don’t have a costume!”
“Why do you need a costume? Its dark.” Brodie smiled at her obvious panic.
“Brodie, I’m not going swimming with you without a costume.”
“Spoilsport. Actually we’re not going swimming, I need to update you on what went down today and the bar has cameras and microphones which I installed a while ago for Manuel. It’s better we talk in the apartment.”
Malik punched Brodie hard on the back of his shoulder. “You pig!”
Brodie opened the door of the apartment and they climbed up the stairs to the large lounge area.
“Can I get you a drink? I haven’t got that much in, only what I brought with me from the house. I’ve got some beers
