Chapter 40

Cisco drifted into the kitchen rubbing his eyes from his postcoital nap. He sat down and Greg served a green salad, the beef with couscous and devil’s food cupcakes. He looked at the meal in front of him and said, “Thank God tomorrow is a work out day.”

After a few bites he asked, “Were you able to get the painters to come the weekend after next? I can have the cottage ready with one phone call. It’s about thirty six hundred square feet; smaller than here but has a built-in pool and is right on the ocean. Did you know they have pink sand?”

“It sounds lovely, Sir. What kind of clothing should I pack for us?”

“…Shorts, Dockers, T-shirts, bathing suits, sneakers and deck shoes. We’ll hang around the house. Bermuda’s restaurants, although world class, have a dress code and I don’t feel like getting dressed up,” Cisco answered.

“You know I can cook, Sir.”

“Don’t worry about food, we have a housekeeper.”

“I’ll need to get some deck shoes this weekend then.” Greg mused.