Brodie woke early the next morning, conscious of another body lying beside him, breathing softly. The sheet partially covered her upper body, rising and falling slowly with each breath. Malik looked so peaceful; her face gave the impression of a slight smile. Slowly and quietly he slipped out of bed, pulled on his running shorts and a t-shirt, picked up his trainers and sunglasses and headed for the beach. He ran with a spring in his step. He was happy, unexpectedly so, never in his wildest dreams had he thought when he first encountered Malik in the bar in Villaricos that a few weeks later she would be living with him and sharing his bed.
Brodie went over in his head the plan to collect a genuine consignment for Romanov that morning. He hoped that Markov had managed to persuade Romanov t
