The Oracle's Message. Alex Archer

grinned. “A fact-finding mission?”

      Hans shrugged. “Reconnaissance.”

      Annja nodded. “Recon works for me.”

      Hans smiled.

      Annja stood and yawned. “Guess I’ll grab a nap.”

      She walked out into the pouring rain.

      Hans followed.

      10

      When Annja woke a few hours later, rain continued to pelt the cabana. She’d left the veranda open again, welcoming the gusting winds. She looked out from the bed and watched as the waves battled one another beneath the dark clouds.

      A quick glance at her watch told her that it was after five in the evening. Presumably, dinner would be served soon in the main pavilion. But before she ate another meal, Annja wanted to do some research.

      She eased herself out from under Hans’s arm. He shifted, mumbling in his sleep. Annja looked down at him and smiled. He was handsome even with his eyes closed.

      She took a quick shower and dressed, then eased out the door, running softly down the main path toward the administration building. She could have used her own computer, of course, but she wanted a little privacy, and since she had a guest with her, it seemed a better idea to do this without Hans looking over her shoulder.