After the others left, Brodie and Malik walked round to the plaza and up into the apartment. Malik disappeared into the second bedroom to sort out a few remaining things while Brodie poured two glasses of Rioja, leaving one on the breakfast bar for Malik.
Being a warm night, Brodie opened the balcony doors and strolled out to lean against the balustrade and look out towards the harbour and marina, listening again to the clacking of the cicadas in the trees and bushes and the lazy splashing of small waves as they broke against the sandy beach. He was soaking up the atmosphere as he sipped his wine, when he became aware of Malik standing beside him. He looked across at her.
“You found your wine then.”
“Yes, thank you,” she smiled up at him.
“You are a lucky man to be able to work and liv
