The sun beat down on Rome’s head and shoulders, the blue ocean in front of him twinkling as the waves rolled against the yacht. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, not sure what to do.
It was evident Tim was not in a compromising mood, nor was he feeling friendly. Rome had attempted to speak to him, to congratulate him on getting the role, but Tim blew him off and walked away. While almost everyone else was wearing swim trunks and T-shirts that could come off once they reached the point in the ocean where Wynnie had mentioned stopping the yacht for some time in the water, Tim was wearing pants and a button-down shirt over a T-shirt, and if Rome wasn’t mistaken, there was a bulge in his waistband at the back. Had he actually brought his gun aboard Wynnie’s boat?
