Chapter 3

Nikoloz raised one of his own eyebrows in reply. “Just because you cannot keep your libido in check does not mean that I have a similar lack of control.”

“You really are a walking computer, aren’t you?”

“Why, thank you, Vika. I am flattered you would compliment me this way.”

Vincent groaned and tossed the journal back. “I give up! I can’t even get a decent rise out of you.”

Nikoloz snagged the journal before it hit the sand. “I do not understand why you would want to start an argument, my friend. Can we not just relax and enjoy the time off?”

“We could if you weren’t so damn obtuse.” Vincent shoved to his feet and stormed to the lean-to, muttering under his breath. Nikoloz made out the phrases “Russian bastard,” “ice water” and “show him control.” Vincent dropped to a seat on his bedroll and rummaged through his duffel bag. Nikoloz pretended to read, but watched his partner from the corners of his eyes.