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lost on the men, who smiled even wider and high-fived. Annoying as that was, it was also comforting; had they been out to do something nasty, they would not have liked idea of that many people around.
    Then it came to her. She wanted to smack her forehead, but then she would have dropped her towel and that would probably kill the men by cardiac arrest. “Let me guess,” she said. “You’re staying at Eagle Villa?”
    Open-mouthed surprise. “How did you know?” the duo’s self-appointed spokesman said. “I mean, yeah, we do. My dad’s a lawyer. With Johnson and Sons. You’ve heard of them.” A statement, not a question. Suzy was ready to bet that this young man would not be one of the future ‘sons’ of the firm.
    She sighed. Great. She had two off-their-faces, possibly-not-out-of-high-school airheads on her lawn, hoping to get lucky with at least one of her twenty imaginary friends. How the hell would she get out of this? She could easily see them snooping around for hours in hope of a glimpse of something interesting.
    And then, just when she was about to tell them to get lost, things got a little weird.
    *
     
    It started with a word.
    “ Woman. ”
    Suzy jumped at the sound. The call carried through the dark from the far edge of the lawn. A man’s voice, deep yet oddly boyish and with a strange accent. Something told her the newcomer was not a friend of the drunk, juvenile yuppies on her doorstep.
    Well, I know he’s talking to me, Suzy thought . That’s always something. But while Suzy felt a trifle nervous, the boys’ reaction was more dramatic. One of them puffed out his minimal chest, stared into the night and raised his chin, while the other hid behind his friend and peered over his shoulder with the rum-and-coke can trembling in his hand. There was no glimpse of the man who had spoken.
    “Hey, dude,” the bolder of the boys shouted. “Stop sneaking around in the dark. Are you, like, spying on the girls? We’re protecting them, so you better stop.”
    Suzy wanted to go out and smack the poker over the boy’s perfect haircut. These two were ‘protecting’ her? She wished Catherine and the others were here; they would never believe this when Suzy told them.
    A shadow detached itself from the trees, some fifty metres away, and stepped onto the lawn. A man, walking towards them unhurriedly. Suzy squinted to make out his features, ready to close and lock the window, but it was not until the mysterious speaker approached the crisp halo of the floodlights that Suzy got a clear view. She blinked, leaned closer to the window and bumped her head lightly against the glass. “Ouch,” she mumbled absently and stared at the man.
    Lean and tall, with black, wild hair down to his shoulders and dark skin the colour of oak, the man towered over the two boys. His green flannel shirt was buttoned but missed several buttons. Bare feet peeked out under the end of his paled blue jeans. His face was long, his cheekbones high, and he had eyes so dark Suzy thought he must have worn lenses. His features seemed almost chiselled from a tree, but he was anything but gaunt; his rolled-up sleeves exposed muscular, veined lower arms. And, Suzy thought, he was beautiful. Stunningly so, if in an eerie, untamed yet statuesque kind of way. A Greek hero sculpted by someone with a penchant for metal music. And boy, he was tall . He stood easily two heads taller than the boys, and they were not exactly short. The man looked to young too, perhaps around twenty, but he had the calm and bearing of someone closer to forty, and his voice was way too deep for him to be the boys’ age.
    The boy who had stared at the man fought to keep his valiant attitude. “Who are you, then? You look weird. And you’ve got no shoes. What are you, a homeless?”
    “Not really,” the man said. He did not raise his voice, yet Suzy, standing mesmerised in the window many metres away, heard him clearly. “Not yet.”
    “What’s that supposed to