Veronica had a white-wine spritzer, made her excuses, and left. As she got up from their table, she apologized for being so forward. She told him she felt she had to speak up now because she expected he’d soon be off the market.
She didn’t wait to hear his reply, and once again he was stunned by how much women seemed to know without his telling them.
A performing troupe of four crazily grinning teenage boys had taken up a spot on the sand in full view of the Nomad patrons. Harry recognized them as acrobats, a group that performed routinely up and down this stretch of coast, wherever they expected tourists to be congregating.
Today, they had summoned a five-year-old mzungu boy from among the patrons, and they were tossing him around. The stunner act before their bagman made his rounds to
