Chapter 160 Loss Of The Poker Face

• As we lay there, taking a breather, I stretched my legs, hoping for my knees to regain their former normality. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush tropical landscape. When Paul reached for the bourbon, my parched throat compelled me to reach for his shot, the ice clinking in the glass echoing the serenity of the moment.
• Watching me gulping it down, he reminded me that the day was far from over. Between the vigorous exercise and drinking, the hunger that swirled in us urged for an immediate return to the house. The salty breeze from the nearby ocean tugged at our clothes and the distant sounds hurried us along.
• We had a modest meal - steak and salad for me and steaks and wedges for him, the flavours a delight. Waiting for the food to digest, we sat in the living area while Paul attended to his messages. South of Sunfall was beginning to trouble him, and his trusted lieutenants in the region urgently needed his assistance.