Chapter 61

With any real luck, of course, given a night to sleep on it—more to the point, to sleep without it—he’d have already put Joaquin on the next flight to Gibraltar, and I’d be back in line to play Santa’s Little Helper. Colin wasn’t the only one who’d had to endure a night without, after all, and his was not an ass easily resisted. One more night of unrequited whimpering at my door and I’d need to ask Nurse Joaquin to fashion a brace for my wrist.