“Don’t go back to the US,” Joan said as they climbed out of the boat.
“Matteo really wants you dead. Stay with me till Sam finds him wherever he is currently holed up.”
Egan shook his head. “Thank you, Joan.” I will find my way.”
“Egan.” She called, worry evident in her voice.
He smiled at her, and squeezed her arm. “Give me your car keys. I will have someone return it.” He said as they walked on the beach they had arrived at.
“You are squeezing my arm like I am your buddy.” She squinted at him.
“Are you not?” He teased, smiling.
“I have always wanted to be more, and you know it.”
“You heard I got married.”
“I don’t care.”
“You don’t mind being a mistress?” He raised an eyebrow in surprise at her.
He thought women hated that. Especially wealthy women like her. She was a top act
