Chapter 16
Roman entered the cabana huffing from his eight-mile jog along the beach. Walking through his bedroom to the bathroom, he removed his clothes and stepped his 6’2” frame into the shower. The water cooled him down as he wiped away the sweat and sand. After drying off and putting on a thin, cotton bathrobe, he booted up his computer. He went straight to his offshore bank's website, signed in, and checked his bank balance.
The cries of the seagulls mixed with the lapping of the waves on the isolated Barbados shoreline. The palm trees swayed up and down and their sharp needle-like leaves rustled as a slight wind blew off of the deep emerald waters. The luxurious cabana was situated in the shade at the top of the sand berm, with the doors and windows open to allow the salty smell of
