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be an idiot not to take all that.” He paused a moment, shoved his fingers through his shaggy blond hair.“But the friends who fought with me, that warm beach? That would do just fine. Add a cold beer and it sounds perfect.”
    She started to speak again, but Doyle came back through the doors.
    Though a tall man, and well muscled, he moved lightly on his feet.
    â€œWe don’t have the outdoor training space we had in Greece, but we’ve got a lemon grove we could use, and more privacy than I figured on. Though Bran could add to that anyway. There’s a garden—smaller scale than the one at the villa. And pots of herbs and tomatoes out on the terrace. Big table out there for eating, and that portion’s covered by a grape arbor. Shady, but the bees may be an issue. We’ve got a pool.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œAgain, smaller scale than Corfu. It’s right off the patio deal, which is probably why they planted trees on either side of the grounds. They’d want some privacy. Do you care which bedroom?”
    â€œNope. Take your pick.”
    â€œI will. I’m going to stow my gear.”
    As he went out, Riley came in.
    â€œYou guys read my mind.” She walked over, slung an arm around Annika’s waist. “Starving. What are we having?”
    â€œSawyer is making pasta, and I’m making tomatoes and cheese with the oil and herbs. We’re going to eat, drink, and decompress.”
    â€œI’m for it.”
    â€œYour friend of a friend stocked the kitchen,” Sawyer told Riley.
    â€œYeah, we owe for that. Beer or wine?” To help her decide, she took a swig from Sawyer’s bottle, a sip from Annika’s glass. “Tough choice. It’s pasta, so I’m going for the wine. Bran and Sasha beat me to the master—but there’s two of them in there, so that’s fair.”
    â€œDoyle and I are bunking down here. Two rooms and a full bath. It works.”
    â€œGood enough. Annika, you get your choice of what’s left up there. Sasha and Bran will use whatever’s left over to set up her studioand the magick-works. Terraces up there, too. We won’t be able to walk to the beach from here, but we can take the funicular.”
    â€œWhat is the funicular?” Annika asked.
    â€œIt’s like a train, but in the air. You pay, and you can ride it down to town, or closer to the beach, or—”
    â€œI want to ride it! Can we ride it tomorrow?”
    â€œMaybe. It’s a strong walk down to the shops in Anacapri and a steep hike back. And to get down to Capri town means a bus or cab or a serious hike. No cars in Anacapri. If we need one, I’ll find us a ride, and we’ll park it in Capri, but mostly we’re on foot or public trans. I’m going to do a quick check outside on security.”
    â€œDoyle just did.” Sawyer slid spaghetti into the pot of boiling water.
    Riley hesitated, glanced toward the door. Then shrugged. “No point in me walking in his footsteps.”
    â€œWe have a pool,” Annika told her.
    â€œYeah, I got that. And I might just try it out before I turn in. Table out there, right? Why don’t we eat outside?”
    â€œI’m for it. Set us up.”
    Riley poured herself some wine, lifted it to Sawyer. “I’m all over it.” She got another glass when Sasha came in with Bran. “Wine—it’ll put some color in your cheeks.”
    â€œI’d love some wine. And food. Sawyer, Annika, you’re the best.”
    â€œItalian beer? I’ll be happy for that.” Bran opened the refrigerator, got his own. “Doyle?”
    â€œOur immortal’s stowing his gear.” Sawyer stirred the pasta as steam puffed. “We’re taking the two bedrooms down here.”
    â€œThat leaves you a choice upstairs, Annika.”
    â€œRiley said you need a room for your painting and for Bran’s magicks. You should choose it.