Six years ago, Evelyn declared she had had enough. While she understood Manny was ‘special’, she yearned to stay rooted and establish a life, something the earthbound twin, still filled with anger and angst, was loath to do. Dave finally relented, agreeing to leave his protégé with the two bodyguards so that he and Eve could live out their days in peace.

Sigerfjord was a barrier island, one of hundreds surrounding the coast of Norway. Isolated from the mainland, with a population that rarely exceeded eight hundred, the remote location seemed beyond even Lilith Mabus’s long reach. Dave quickly endeared himself to the local community after repairing a malfunctioning turbine at Sigerfjord’s geothermal plant, while ‘Jennifer’ used her legal experience to find gainful employment at a law firm.

Peeking beneath her smart glasses, Evelyn Mohr steals a glance at the young woman lying topless in the lounge chair on her right. May Foss is her employer’s daughter, a daddy’s girl from the neighboring island of Gjaesingen. As a present for graduating law school, May’s father had promised his daughter and her best friend, Anna Reedy, an all-expenses-paid, two-week vacation anywhere in the world, and the twenty-four-year-olds chose Miami.

The entrepreneur had agreed, with one stipulation: Foss’s American assistant, Jennifer, would serve as escort. Dave had naturally protested, but to deny her boss’s request would have sent up red flags. The job was good, and relocating again was risky, so the former Mrs. Evelyn Mohr packed her bags, assuring her husband she’d be safe.

After six years living in Norway, the South Florida heat was heaven.

‘May? May, where are you?’

May sits up, waving to her friend. ‘Over here.’

Anna Reedy hurries up the aisle, the dark-haired Italian beauty flush from running. ‘May, I’m in love!’

‘Again?’

Evelyn smiles to herself, eavesdropping on the girls’ conversation.

‘His name is Julian. He’s tall, six feet six, with long brown hair and the physique of a Greek god. And those eyes—’

‘How old is he?’

‘Twenty-nine and single. And he’s traveling with a friend.’

‘Have you seen the friend?’

‘No, but so what? They want to meet you. You too, Jen.’

Evelyn’s skin tingles. ‘Me? Why me?’

‘I don’t know. I showed him our photo, the one of the three of us in South Beach, and he asked me to introduce you.’

May nudges her. ‘Maybe the Greek god likes older women.’

Fubitch! Lilith has our images streaming everywhere, along with offers of a sizeable reward. What if …

‘Wait here, I’ll go get him.’

‘Anna, wait!’ Evelyn is about to go after her when the buzz of the i-glasses’ phone reverberates in her ears. She taps the control by her right temple, accepting the call.

David Mohr’s liver-spotted face replaces the eastern horizon of the Atlantic. ‘Jen, where the hell are you? According to my GPS, you’re somewhere in the fukabitching Bermuda Triangle.’