Here's the latest in this story again mistakes may be present due to the haste of the writing … hope you all enjoy :) Thank you for the kind reviews… Sorry I haven't updated sooner, life is getting in the way of my 'creative juices' anyways enjoy and please review so I know how I'm going :)
Smooth - that was the word for the man. Richard Quinton was handsome, polished, sophisticated and he was knowledgeable on a variety of subjects. The perfect Renaissance man. And yet here was something about him, something Lindsay couldn't quite put her finger on, that made her uncomfortable. Maybe he was too suave. He didn't seem quite real to her. The man's eyes missed nothing. She could tell. They made her think of the eyes of a sleek jungle cat watching the brush, waiting for prey to emerge. Cold eyes. He was the kind of man she wouldn't have wanted to number among her acquaintances. She wondered why Danny had been so eager to place him there. They has sat at the umbrella-shaded table for the better part of an hour. Quinton had dominated most of the conversation. Sally barely joined in, except to agree with him in a distracted fashion. Lindsay had a feeling Quinton didn't appreciate her manner, though he said nothing. For the most part, it seemed to her that Quinton was sizing Danny up. The fact disturbed her and aroused protective feelings within her. She thought longingly of an intimate lunch and knew it wasn't going to happen. Danny looked perfectly content sitting here, talking to Quinton. He had the air of someone who had definitely settled in for a long visit. Maybe dinner would be better. The conversation progressed by stages. As it went from general topics such as weather and accommodations to more specific things, Lindsay could see the shift in attitude. Danny became more animated, more involved. He was doing more talking to Quinton than he had to her. Making the best of it, Lindsay listened and tried to glean information. Danny was just beginning to touch on things that piqued her curiosity when one of the costumed bellman approached their table. When she saw him, Lindsay thought he was a waiter but there was no menu tucked under his naked, muscular arm. Neither Quinton nor Sally gave any indication of interest in food. Lunch for them apparently was of the liquid variety. The bellman leaned solicitously over Danny, causing the conversation to abruptly halted.
'Excuse me, Mr Messer?' Danny inclined his head in response. 'There's a telephone call for you.'
Lindsay stared at the bellman, surprised that he was able to pick Danny out. There was so many people around the pool; how had he recognized Danny?
Quinton toasted Danny with what was left in his glass. 'I'm impressed. They know who you are here.' The fact that they did placed Danny in a small, intimate group. The same one that he was in. Danny casually lifted a shoulder and let it drop. His manner said that this was not anything new or surprising.
'It might be because I'm a large tipper.' Quinton, Danny knew enjoyed having people dance attendance on him in hopes of being rewarded. He looked up at the outlandishly costumed man. 'Can you bring a phone to the table for me, please? The bellman looked genuinely apologetic. 'I'm sorry, sir but they're all in use at the moment. I'm afraid that you'll have to take the call at the front desk. Or I can take a message for you.'
Danny shook his head. 'That wouldn't be wise. Not if they think its important enough to track me down here and disrupt my honeymoon.'
They? Who are they? Lindsay wondered. And why was someone calling him here?
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