She raises an eyebrow, and I swear her cheeks darken.
“Oh, er, thanks.”
I grin.
“Very informative reading,” I say. “I didn’t know you were into vampires and shifters. That’s some kinky?—”
Kat comes over and reaches for the book in my hand.
I hold it out of her reach and above my head.
“How old are you?” she asks scowling.
“I’m nearly thirty-seven,” I say.
She rolls her eyes. “That was a rhetorical question,” she says, finally grasping the book and pulling it out of my grip.
“I know,” I say, grinning. “How was dinner?”
“Good,” she says, her tone non-committal. “How was your day trip?”
My heart leaps, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my smirk.
She knows I left the island.
“It was good,” I say. “Different, seeing how the locals live. We also went manta ray and shark spotting, snorkelling off another reef.”
“A full day.”
She turns and places the book on the table.
“Thank you for bringing it back. I wondered where it had gone.”
“It was under the sun lounger outside.”
Kat nods, her gaze not quite meeting mine.
There’s a pause before Kat looks up. “Would you like a drink?”
I should probably say no, go back to my room, but now I’m here, with her. I find myself wanting to stay.
“That would be great.”
Kat moves past me, and the citrus, and vanilla notes of her Dior perfume invade my senses. I realise now, I missed that smell when I returned to the villa this evening, as I have done over the years.
“Wine?”
I snap myself into the present.
“Please,” I say, moving to one side and taking a seat on the edge of the daybed.
“I’ll be right back.”
Kat disappears inside, returning almost immediately with a bottle of red wine, two glasses and a corkscrew.
She places the glasses down, and I relieve her of the bottle and corkscrew.
I stare down at the label.
