Chapter 126
Harold Merritt knew he should be getting back to Chicago. He really had to, even if his sous chef claimed to have the restaurant totally under control.
But he felt suspended in time. Even though he knew the plane would be coming for Kate and him tomorrow to ferry them back to their separate cities, he couldn’t make himself care.
The balcony of the Hotel Meliá suite overlooking Lake Gatún was deliciously warm even though the sun was disappearing beyond the Lake, beyond the Pacific Ocean. He lay at ease on a generous lounger and enjoyed the rich scents on the air: ocean salt brushing across the jungle, gathering hints of ripe fruit and lush trees.
He barely heard the sound of Kate returning to the balcony. He opened one eye and again appreciated the woman’s long curves. The t
