“Carlos,” Cassie said again, her finger running in circles on her bare thigh. “Shut that thing down and come for a swim with me.”Her husband had his short beard only inches above the keyboard, hunched over like some sort of deranged goblin, biting his lip at the screen. “In a bit, honey. I’ve still got a few things to sort with the Chinese—plus some client emails.”Cassie pouted, her chest deflating in time with the respon...