Chapter 168

**BAS**

When we arrive at the beach house that I have rented, I send Cruz’s man upstairs to rest in one of the rooms until we are ready for him. Then my eyes fall on our female companion and I seriously consider her while I pour myself a tall glass of whiskey. Ferrara’s daughter is pretty enough, but nearly as portly as her father and could probably benefit from a run or two or three. Her lips are