ACT V
ABACO
He didn’t meet her eyes, but she caught the glint in his. He bounded off the bed, grabbed the phone and rang the front desk. Joey proceeded to go to town on the night desk manager. He shouted at Marie to pack.
Within twenty minutes they had been transferred to a new villa. The manager sent a bottle of champagne on ice as way of apology. Rollin whipped out Barney’s surveillance detection device. While he made a sweep confirming it was clean Cinnamon went to stand on the terrace. She smoothed her damp hair behind her ears.
He moved to stand behind her, but did not touch her. “Are you mad at me?”
“No.” She shook her head, continuing to stare into the darkness of the beach and the sparkling stars overhead. The sound of the surf was soothing to her.
He sighed. “Okay … disappointed with me?”
“No.”
“What is it?” He stepped closer.
She leaned back against him and he quickly enveloped her in his arms. “I think I’m about to break all the rules.”
Rollin chuckled softly with relief and kissed her head. “You know, technically, we did that already.”
“A technicality?”
“Uh huh. For me, I always figured it would be a blaze of glory. More my style than a mere technicality.”
She turned in his arms. “It certainly is.” She moved closer to kiss him deeply. He held her close.
“I feel like we have unfinished business.” He said softly. His hands stroked her curvy bottom. She sighed as his fingers reached under her short skirt and traced her panties along the tops of her thighs. When his fingers met in the front, he moved his eyes to meet hers.
“You know how I hate loose ends,” She said with a smoldering smile. Her eyes wandered left to the hammock. She raised one eyebrow. He smiled softly. His hands slowly lowered her panties down her long legs. He crouched before her as she stepped out of them. He rose slowly and led her to the hammock, watching as she lay on her back before him.
He waited until she settled, then straddled her, carefully balancing the hammock like a canoe, with a knee to either side of her thighs. “It’s a wonder we didn’t flip out of this.” He joked.
“Beginner’s luck?” she asked coyly.
“Maybe.” The hammock swayed slightly as he placed his hands to either side of her. He was able to hold the hammock steady by tensing his arms and legs as he leaned down to kiss her. “By the time we’re done, we’ll be experts.” His mouth trailed down her neck.
She reached to unbutton his shirt and smoothed her hand across his chest. He lowered his head further, using his teeth to raise her t-shirt over her breasts. She leaned forward to assist him, laughing at his determination.
His nimble tongue and pillowed lips soon turned her laugh into a throaty murmur. She held the sides of the hammock. Her hips twisted as her body reacted to his adventurous mouth. By shifting his weight back toward his heels, Rollin was able to lower himself further. His hands carefully slid down to her waist. He unhooked her wrap mini-skirt and opened it. He held her steady as he kissed his way along the crest of her hip – first one side, then the other. His ultimate destination was clear and the thought of his lips and tongue arousing her in that way made her breath quicken in simple anticipation.
He coaxed her legs apart and kissed her there lovingly. His probing and exploring had a sensitivity she had never known. He could read her body and her responses incredibly well. He seemed keenly attuned to her desires and interested in bringing her as much pleasure as he possibly could.
Their balance seemingly assured; one of his hands trailed up to caress her breast. Her hands moved to cradle his head against her, signaling a pace that was bringing her close to the edge. The pleasure was intense, but she wanted him to share it. She slowed him, “Rollin.”
He stopped only briefly, not raising his head. “I want you to enjoy this.”
She was panting. “I am, but I want you. Rollin, I want to be together for this.”
He slowed to a stop. She could see him opening his trousers. She tugged at his shirt and together they raised it over his head and arms, not stopping to completely unbutton it. He kicked off his loose trousers. The hammock wobbled precariously. Carefully he stretched across her. She spread her legs and drew her knees up as he entered her smoothly. He shuddered as he felt the whole of his length enveloped within her.
He pumped against her strongly, his hips driving against her and the give of the hammock cushioning his force. It was even better than before and he had to slow himself to make it last. She was warm, moist, tight, strong – everything he had imagined but with a level of intensity he could only begin to comprehend. She contracted against him and he moaned with gusto. They were moving together in a perfect rhythm. The hammock rocked pleasingly.
Her lips sought his as she felt the warm flush reverberate throughout her body, surging through her very being. Their mouths pressed together with the same urgency that was driving their hips together. His release overtook him as her body trembled beneath him. His breathing was deep and ragged as his head rested against her shoulder. The hammock continued to sway as their momentum wound down.
Rollin kissed Cinnamon’s pink shoulder. She smiled at him softly, sighing as she fell into his blue eyes. He smiled back not ready with words that would help him explain to her how she made him feel. His lips returned to her shoulder and neck.
She was pinned beneath him, comfortable, but her movement very much limited. “Rollin?” she whispered alluringly. That got his attention. He stopped nibbling and met her eyes again. “I’m ablaze.”
He smiled and pressed his lips to hers. “I think you’re also glorious.” He rose on his elbows, allowing her a chance to change position. “Want some champagne?” He teasingly pulled at her lower lip.
“Mmmm. I’d like to drink to you.” She followed him up off the hammock, pausing to gather their clothes strewn about the terrace. Once inside the villa, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She tossed it and all their other clothes into a chair. She climbed into bed, sliding under the sheet. Rollin joined her with the bottle and two glasses.
She watched him as he opened the bottle and poured with characteristic flourish. She had never been with a man so completely willing to tune in to her. She remembered Rollin’s dismissal of Bons – “it’s always about him, not the woman he’s with” - and now understood his meaning on so many more levels. He passed her a glass and raised his own. “Well, here we are.” She smiled, waiting for him to continue. “You are irresistible.”
She met his glass with hers. “Thank you for bringing me to paradise.”
He kissed her lovingly, then leaned back against the pillows and the headboard to enjoy his champagne, one hand holding his glass, the other fingers woven through hers. He pulled her closer and she straddled him, leaning forward to share more kisses. His hand left hers and moved to her bottom, caressing her through the sheet. He finished his champagne and put his glass aside so he could slide the sheet away from her breasts. He caressed her softly, tracing patterns with feather light fingertips.
She felt him gradually swelling beneath her. She handed him her glass. As he placed it next to his, she rose to her knees and pulled the sheet out from between them so she could feel his warm skin. She sat back down in a way that pressed his throbbing rod against her still moist folds. She quivered and felt her loins tighten.
His warm hands were moving all over her body tracing her shoulders, her breasts, her sides, her hips, her abdomen; his thumb lowering to massage her most sensitive spot softly and delicately. She rose up on her knees and he seemed to levitate with her, slipping easily inside her as his hips rotated toward her. He watched mesmerized as he disappeared inside her. She felt the rush of blood and leaned back away from him, reveling in the different sensations of this position. Her palms reached for the mattress behind her and she exhaled, quivering again.
He rubbed her rhythmically, using his thumb to gently stretch and massage her. “Cinnamon, you feel so good. What can I do?”
“Hmmm, what you’re doing.”
He leaned forward, changing the angle of their union to another new sensation and pressing his lips to her breast. His tongue on her nipple matched the pace of his thumb and she thought she might black out, never had she felt such intense pleasure. She gripped the sheet between her fingers as she held onto consciousness, to the moment. Then her hips pitched violently, uncontrollably, and his hands moved to hold her waist as she rose and fell along his shaft. With a last surge she exhaled his name, then fell forward against him.
Her eyes were closed and her breathing shallow and fast. His lips caressed her as she rested against him. When her breathing slowed he lifted his hips from side to side, shifting his weight from haunch to haunch, churning inside her. His hands moved to her arms and he palmed her elbows, holding her with him as he pressed away from the headboard to increase his leverage.
“Oh Rollin,” she moaned again as she felt herself begin to build to another peak. Her fingers stroked his chest and tweaked his nipples.
His voice was husky and thick. “I want to make you come again.”
“You with me.” She leaned back again and held his thighs. Arching back to the limit, she could just reach far enough to cradle his balls with her fingers as he rocked within her. He exhaled sharply. They both began breathing rapidly as they moved in synch.
His hands rose to her shoulders, pressing her down as his hips flexed up and back so he could bore into her soul. “I want you so badly.”
“I’m yours.” She knew when she said it that it was true.
He twisted to the side across the pillows so he could lie back, pulling her forward to his chest. He pressed up on his heels and raised his hips above the mattress, lifting her as well. She stretched her legs back. He was able to glide nearly out of her, then rush back in with a long, smooth stroke that made both of them crazy. She could take only a few minutes of this intensity before she moaned for him. He rolled her quickly onto her back and raised himself onto his palms. He stroked her again and again as she cried out. Her climax brought spasms that engulfed them both. Her rapture hastened his own climax and he exploded deep within her.
He held her tightly as he caught his breath. They both were damp from the exertion and excitement. She kissed his cheek and her fingernails traced his shoulder blades. He lifted himself slightly as he slipped from her. He bent to lovingly kiss first her breast, then her most sensitive spot. He rose to meet her lips and they shared the taste of their union. They kissed for what felt like hours as their bodies returned to earth. Finally, Cinnamon turned in his arms, pressing back against him as he spooned her.
“Cinnamon?” He whispered into her ear.
“Hmmm?”
“Are you really mine?” He asked softly, kissing her shoulder.
She smiled, but didn’t turn around. “Yes, I’m yours.” She held his hand against her abdomen. He pulled her even closer. “Rollin, it’s never been this good for me.” She confessed.
“Me neither.”
“Really?”
“Not even close,” he pronounced.
“Same for me.” She said with a sigh. She relaxed against him and they drifted off to sleep. When she awakened, it was to the delightful sensation of his finger tugging gently between her thighs. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed. She was still in his arms and felt him stiff against her bottom.
He nuzzled her neck and nibbled her earlobe. “I hoped you’d wake up.”
“You’re already up,” she teased.
“Believe me, it was as much of a surprise to me.” His other hand burrowed underneath her and around her body so he could finger her breast. She sighed, unbelievably content in his embrace.
She felt him press against her and she arched her back, tipping her bottom up as he slid lower and guided himself inside her. His hands moved to her hips and he rocked her gently against him. They moved languidly together and she drew him into her. She arched back against him. He lifted her hair off the back of her neck and sucked gently along her hairline. They were in no hurry. The fire that had been smoldering between them had already been allowed to blaze within them. Now, they simply enjoyed the warm glow.
She guided his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers lovingly. His hand returned to her mound and he massaged her softly. His hips rotated in increasingly tighter circles. The combination of external and internal massage was awakening her.
“You know, you’re charmingly attentive.”
He laughed, ”Really?” He changed his rhythm and pulsed against her.
“Ummm,” she murmured. “Don’t deny it, you’re attentive.”
“I’m enchanted,” he matched his words to his pulsing, “captivated… bewitched… smitten… charmed….” He drew a deep breath, his hips convulsing against her smooth bottom. “I’m … yours.” He strained against her as he reached his peak. “Oh Cin.” He quickened the pace of his fingers and flexed against her until she joined him with her own throaty sigh.
She pulled his arms closer around her. “Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Hmm, thank you.” They both fell quickly to sleep.
Cinnamon woke first. The sun was streaming in the open door to the terrace. She stretched gingerly, expecting to ache, and she did. She thought about the day ahead. Only a few hours to go and they would be on their way out, mission accomplished. And then?
She gave her internal voice orders to rest easy. All she knew was that her feelings for the man beside her were unlike any she had ever experienced before. First order of business: Get home. She decided to focus on that. She moved slowly out from under Rollin’s arm and moved to the shower.
The stream of warm water felt great. She washed her hair. She enjoyed the overall buoyancy she was feeling throughout her body and knew much was to do with Rollin. He played her like an instrument and he was a virtuoso.
Just then, she heard him come into the bathroom. He peaked around the shower curtain. “I missed you.”
“Bad dream?”
“Oh no.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“Well, you, obviously.” He opened the curtain more and she followed his downward glance.
Cinnamon raised her eyebrows as she inhaled. There was more to it than being well hung – everything about his hips, thighs, and ass was glorious. How could a man who had never exercised a day in his life have such chiseled features?
She moved aside to make room for him. “Rollin, you’re incredible.”
He moved to take her in his arms and join her under the spray. “It’s you, I promise you.”
She soaped her hands and then his chest. It wasn’t long before he held her astride his hips, pressing her back against the warm wet wall of the shower as he relentlessly probed within her. He carried her back to the bedroom that way and tossed her onto the bed, clamoring on to join her. Rollin caressed her shoulder, “About last night –“
Loud knocking at the door interrupted him. “Room service!”
He turned toward the door. “You got the wrong room. We didn’t order any room service.”
The knocking continued. “Room service, Mr Bons.”
Rollin’s eyes met Cinnamon’s. He rolled out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts. He put them on quickly and moved toward the door, “Listen, there’s been some sort of mistake. We-“
The door burst open explosively, knocking Rollin back to the floor and bloodying his lip.
A diminutive, brown-toned man with a pencil thin mustache wearing a smartly tailored white linen suit walked gracefully into the room. He was escorted by two large, brawny Latino men, one either side of him. Each wore a less attractive suit, the tailoring unable to conceal the large bulge their side arms made.
The small man spoke first, “Apologies. There should be no need for bloodshed. This is a social call.”
The brawny man to his right reached to help Rollin to his feet, “Sorry, sir.” The muscle on his left closed the door to the hotel room.
“Thank you for rearranging our meeting, Mr Bons.” Pencil thin mustache man continued. “It was a nice touch - switching rooms so we could meet without prying eyes or ears. Don’t worry - we were not followed. We’re moored in the next marina.”
Rollin wiped his lip on the back of his hand. “Honey, get out of here. I got some business to tend to.” He handed her a robe and reached for a towel to blot his cut.
Cinnamon knew she needed to buy time, for both of them, “But Joey. You said you’d take me sailing.”
“Now!” He roared. Cinnamon jumped. She turned the covers back, wrapping herself in the robe and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Cinnamon reached for her sundress on the back of the door. She quickly dressed, listening to the muffled conversation.
His voice was faint. “It’s very honorable of you to come in person. We want
to clear the name of the del Vasco family in
Cinnamon couldn’t hear anything further. She quickly ran a brush through her damp hair. She stalled as long as she dared, then opened the door, her wide green eyes meeting Rollin’s piercing blue ones. He moved toward her, a protective arm on her shoulder, guiding her toward the door. He picked up his wallet as he passed the dresser and handed her a wad of bills. “Go buy your trinkets – a few souvenirs before you go. And get me some more of these.” He handed her a cigar pack. “Take your suit. I’ll meet you at the dock, get that boat I like.”
Cinnamon grabbed her things and ran out. One of the henchmen closed the door on her heels. She listened outside door and heard Rollin say, “She’s nobody. She’s harmless.”
“If you say so.”
“It’s still too dangerous to meet here. I got people all over me – Nicky’s boys, the Feds, guys I don’t even know.” Rollin looked out across the balcony, but he couldn’t see Cinnamon leaving.
“Where then?” the leader asked.
Cinnamon realized she had to move quickly. Rollin was setting up a later meeting to give them time to re-group. She couldn‘t risk being seen with Jim or Willy. She had to find Barney. Rollin realized it too – that’s why he sent her for trinkets …and the cigars, it wasn’t empty … Cuban cigars … Joey had arranged a meeting with a Cuban family!
Cinnamon ran for the dock looking for Barney. She felt sheepish. If they had stayed in their original villa their teammates would certainly be easier to find and they would have immediately known about their visitors. She chastised herself for losing focus. This had certainly been a rude awakening. There was no sign of Barney.
Cinnamon saw Willy moving toward her on the path to the dock. Maybe he was looking for them. She slowed from a run to a walk. There was no one else in sight. She stopped, bending over to fiddle with her sandal. Willy veered off the path into the sand, removing his shirt as if he had found a good spot for sun.
Cinnamon quickly organized her thoughts, preparing to relay everything she had heard. She spoke slowly. “Joey pre-arranged a meeting. Three men – maybe Cuban. They have a boat moored in the next marina. They’re with Rollin in room 214. They say they want to clear the del Vascos. They claim the del Vascos weren’t involved in Rico’s death. Rollin’s stalling, setting up a meeting for later. He’ll meet me on the dock. We’re supposed to go sailing.”
She rose without looking toward Willy and picked up speed, headed for the sailboats.
From the window of room 214, Rollin saw Cinnamon running for the dock. Now, he thought, how to extricate himself.
“Your boat – after lunch? Say
“We’ll anchor in Hope Town, near the lighthouse.”
“Fine. I’ll see you there.”
“Mr Bons, you seem awfully calm for a man pursued by so many paid assassins.”
Rollin decided to make light of it, “Yeah in my line of work you make more enemies than friends.”
“Yes, but you like to think you can trust your own brother.”
Rollin knew he was out-numbered, but he also felt under-informed. “Whadda ya talking about?”
“The two muscular blondes?”
Rollin nodded.
“They took out your brother Rico. They report only to Don Bonfigliato.”
Rollin reached for the smaller man’s neck, pushing him against the wall, “If you’re lying to me so help me-“
His two goons pulled Rollin off and threw him onto the bed. Pencil thin mustache
man continued, “I can see why this makes you so upset, but don’t forget who
your friends really are.“ He brushed off his suit and with a nod of his head instructed
the goons to release Rollin. “
They left and Rollin went onto balcony. He could see Cinnamon on the dock,
renting the catamaran they had sailed before. There was no sign of the rest
of the team or the two Bamm-Bamms. Both of the
He hustled Cinnamon onto the catamaran, grabbing two sets of snorkeling gear as he cast off. He wanted to quickly put some distance between them and the resort.
“I couldn’t find Barney, but I told Willy.” Cinnamon reported
“Good. We need to shake the minders again.” He said as he guided the cat away from the dock.
“Out at sea?”
“Away from here.”
“Who were they?”
“Don’t know, but they said the Bamm-Bamms killed Rico. They’re trying to convince me that Nicky sent them here to kill Joey.”
Willy found Jim coming out of the hotel. Barney sauntered over and hovered near enough to listen without directly joining his partners. Willy turned toward Jim, “Cinnamon says Rollin was just visited by three men, maybe Cubans, who told him the del Vascos didn’t kill Rico. He’s supposed to meet them again later.”
Jim beckoned Barney over, aware that he was potentially blowing Barney’s cover. “Where are they?”
Barney indicated over his shoulder, “On the horizon, near the point. They’re the sail with the blue stripes. Trouble?”
Jim nodded, “Dan just called from
Willy was concerned, “Cinnamon didn’t know that.”
“Where are the two blondes now?” Jim asked.
Barney frowned, “Climbing into a motorboat with the third guy. Something brought him out of hiding.”
Jim nodded. “Now we know what. We need a boat.”
Willy nodded and quickly ran across the beach to wade out into the surf to commandeer a motorboat anchored to a buoy near the shore.
Barney added, “And we have no jurisdiction here. I’ll get the police.” He turned and ran toward the hotel lobby.
Jim ran into the surf, dodging waves, as Willy maneuvered the boat to pick him up. With Jim aboard, Willy turned out to sea, headed for the sail with blue stripes. It wasn’t long before he realized another motorboat, this one with three on board, was headed for the same target on a parallel course.
Rollin was tacking, hoping to find an offshore wind that could give them more speed. Cinnamon quickly changed out of her sundress and into her white tank suit. She noticed their pursuers. “We’ve got company.”
Rollin looked back. “We’ll never out run them.” He looked ahead. “Cinnamon, get the snorkeling gear. You know how to use it?”
“Sort of…” she lied. He heard it in her voice.
He gave her instructions as he pulled his shirt over his head and wedged it into the webbing of the deck. “Stay underwater just deep enough for the snorkel to get you fresh air and breathe through your mouth, through the snorkel. I’m going to go for the rocks. We may not be faster, but we can handle shallower water.”
Cinnamon untwisted the masks and snorkels, handing one to Rollin. “Can I do it without the mask?” She asked dreading the thought of feeling so enclosed.
His brow knitted as he realized she was spooked by her claustrophobia fears. “Try it with the mask. It’ll be easier.”
“And where will you be when I’m snorkeling?” She asked as she put on the smaller pair of flippers.
“Right beside you.” He said smiling. He tied the lead ropes to the webbing of the cat’s deck, pointing the sailboat on a course that would take it skimming across the point. He pulled on the remaining flippers.
A bullet whizzed past his head. Another pierced the sail. He instinctively pushed Cinnamon onto the webbed deck. The motorboat was close enough to see one of the blondes looking for a better shot. “Stay under water. If you get water in your snorkel, just blow out as hard as you can. Soon as we cross the point, we’re gonna jump. Then, keep your head down and swim like hell for the shore. Okay?”
She nodded. He continued, “Put your mask on. Hold it against your face when you hit the water. Try not to hit the reef.”
“Reef?” She started to protest additional information late in the plan, but another flurry of gunfire prevented her. He signaled and she rolled quickly off the pontoon into the surf. He followed seconds later.
She felt him take her hand even before she was oriented. He pulled her toward the shore. She could see his blue eyes through his mask. He was watching her closely. He gave her thumbs up, with a shake. She took her first breath. Air. That was a surprise. She was okay and responded with thumbs up.
She kicked along beside him, noticing for the first time all the spectacular fish swimming with them. She had never seen so many colors. If there hadn’t been bullets flying around their heads, this could be a wonderful adventure. Their route was blocked with comb-like red rocks. Was that the reef?
She followed Rollin as he detoured to the left. The water felt rougher and colder. Suddenly, her snorkel was filled with salty water. She was terrified about raising her head. She felt Rollin firmly hold her still and with his eyes, hands and lips signaled her to let go of her snorkel. She released her lips from round the rubbery mouthpiece. Rollin pressed his head next to hers and put her snorkel in his mouth. He cleared it forcefully, then pressed it back to her lips. She reinserted it, finding a tiny amount of salt water, but a clear passage for fresh air. She gave him another thumbs up and they continued kicking toward the shore.
They kept their heads down until they found a large rock, only partially submerged. It gave them enough shelter to surface and check their progress.
The motorboats had been joined by a third, larger ship. It was a police cruiser running the Bahamian flag. Cinnamon could see the white helmets and white tunics worn by its crew. She looked the other way. They had only a few hundred yards to go before they would be on a sandy beach. She saw the sign for “Wrecking Tree Bar.“
They held hands as they trudged through the last of the waves, took off their gear, and walked up the beach to the bar. Rollin turned to her, “About last night….” Her smile met his and they both burst out laughing. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately.
Barney figured he’d find them at Roosters, Miss Emily’s or the Wrecking Tree. Since it was his third stop, he wasn’t all that surprised to see them curled up together on a picnic table on the Wrecking Tree dock. Barney grinned watching Cinnamon playfully lean against Rollin as he tried to keep her in the shade of the overhead umbrella. Barney hadn’t anticipated paying their tab, or that it would include two Wrecking Tree t-shirts and six pina coladas, but he was happy to find them safe and sound.
Barney told them Willy was getting their bags and Jim was meeting the boat
Dan had arranged. The East Germans and their accomplice were in custody for
fire arms violations and attempted murder. The
It was nearly
Jim updated the rest of the team, then asked Rollin, “Why the room switch?” Out of the corner of his eye, Jim noticed Cinnamon quickly busy herself with the bags, opening her purse as if desperate to find something.
Rollin uncharacteristically stammered, “The, ahh, there was a problem with the, ah, the um …”
Barney conspiratorially whispered “Sprinklers.”
The actor grinned, “Yeah, Jim, the sprinklers. They just … went off.” Rollin shrugged as he walked to the bow to greet Dan as they neared the marina.
Rollin watched the crewman toss a line to a harbor man on the dock. He reached to shake Dan’s hand, “Congratulations, Mr. B.”
Dan was beaming, not something the agents saw often. He looked dapper as ever in a dark suit and tie, his sunglasses his only concession to their locale. “It wouldn’t have happened without all your help. I wanted to be here to say thanks.”
Everyone brushed aside his thanks and echoed Rollin’s congratulations. Barney passed him a beer. They shared a toast to putting the Bonfigliatos out of business.
Dan raised his bottle in a toast to all of them. “I’ve got four rooms booked at the Ocean Club, if any of you want to stay for some well-earned R and R.”
Cinnamon froze. Four rooms? How could Dan know already? Did everyone know? She wondered how they’d been found out so quickly. She panicked, “Just four rooms?”
Jim sighed, “Unfortunately I need to go back to
Barney caught Rollin’s eye and grinned, “Dan, I appreciate the thought, but I haven’t seen my family for three weeks. I’d prefer to join you on your flight back and go on to LA.”
Willy moved beside him. “Me too, Dan. I’m sunburned enough already. And I haven’t been in the gym for too long.”
Dan smiled, “Sure. There’s room on the plane.”
Barney turned to Willy, “Let’s get our bags, Will.”
Dan turned back to Cinnamon and Rollin, “Any takers? The Club sent a car and driver. Or do I need to get another plane?”
Rollin rubbed his chin, “Well, now that I’ve shaved, I’ve got to even out my tan…”. He looked at Cinnamon, his eyes pleading with her to stay.
“I’ve never been to the
Rollin grinned, “Done. Thanks, Dan.” He reached for both their bags and signaled the driver standing by the Mercedes at the end of the dock.
Jim turned to Rollin. “Rollin, try to keep her out of too much sun.” The actor grinned over his shoulder.
Dan smiled at the female agent. “Cinnamon, try to keep him out of too many casinos.”
Cinnamon’s smile took in both Dan and Jim. “
Jim turned to Dan and together they walked toward the end of the dock, “You’re not surprised by this, are you?”
Dan shook his head. “Only that it took them so long.”
They laughed as they headed for their plane.
THE END