He could have rung the gallery where she was working, but he had no desire to speak to David Bellamy. But didn’t she care now if he lived or died? It seemed not, and, although he had replaced his iPhone, she’d changed her number after their separation. Despite the many emails he’d asked his mother to send to his estranged wife who lived in London, Joanna hadn’t responded to any of them. However that wasn’t all that was bugging him at this moment. Now he had to convince his parents of the fact.
He’d already decided that spending the rest of his life in a boardroom wasn’t for him. The only fly in her ointment was that his father had abandoned his retirement and taken over the New York office of Novak Oil Exploration and Shipping again. But his mother wouldn’t accept that he was over that now, and she was doing everything in her power to keep him here in Coral Gables. The tropical fever that had struck him down during his trip to Venezuela had been very unpleasant, and he’d needed all his strength to defeat it. His own laptop and phone had been stolen while he was in the hospital in Caracas, and to begin with he couldn’t have cared less. She really didn’t want to accept that he was feeling fine.Īs witness her reluctance to let him use a computer. She made no attempt to hide her disapproval when he went and bench-pressed his own weight in the gym. To begin with, it had been quite pleasant to be waited on hand and foot, but now his mother was beginning to get on his nerves. It was all very beautiful and very peaceful, but Matt had had enough of being treated like an invalid. He could smell the dampness of the vegetation growing out of the waterway and the unmistakeable scent of the sea. His father’s sailing dinghy was tied to the dock, rocking gently at its mooring. There was a banyan tree beside the patio, its gnarled branches almost invisible beneath trailing blossoms of flowering vines. Even the dark sunglasses he was wearing couldn’t entirely protect his eyes from the glare of the bay beyond. He was sick and tired of doing nothing at all.Īhead of him, sunlight was dazzling on the waters of the canal that lapped against the sea wall. The khaki shorts he was wearing with a black tee shirt were damp with perspiration. Matt Novak shifted impatiently on the cushioned recliner his mother had had one of the maids place in the shaded area of the patio. T HE LATE AFTERNOON sun was still too hot.
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