“Thank you,” I say. “Your playing is amazing. I’m sorry I disturbed you.”
“You didn’t, I?—”
“There you are. I know the house is big, but bloody hell, Jax, only you’d get lost!” Elijah says, bursting through the doorway. “Hey, Kitty Kat.”
I spin to face my friend with a grin, but I don’t miss the hiss from the woman behind me.
“I see you’ve met my little sister.”
This time, Kat growls, and Elijah laughs.
So, this is what it’s like to have siblings.
As an only child with no cousins, my friends have always been important to me.
“Come on,” Elijah says. “Zach is out by the pool. If we don’t hurry up, he’ll have fallen asleep in one of the inflatables.”
He turns and heads for the door. “Are you ready to train?”
“Always,” I say.
Since I started training with Elijah at the beginning of the year, I have continued to beat every personal best. The guy is a machine. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as driven.
I follow Elijah to the door, turning back, mouth open. I close it quickly when I find Kat has already turned her back to us and is rearranging her music on the piano.
Elijah claps me on the back, and I stumble forward. I’m not small at six foot two, but he has at least four inches on me.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s go and leave Kat to her music.”
CHAPTER 14
KAT
Jax is nowhere to be found when I re-enter the villa. The balcony door is unlocked, and a beach towel is sitting on one of the sun loungers, so I’m taking it he’s gone for a swim.
I grab my case and unpack. I may only be here for forty-eight hours, but my clothes need hanging, or I’ll require the ironing service.
I go to the wardrobe and pull open the door. Jax’s clothes hang neatly on one side of the space.
I grab a hanger and turn away, slipping one of my dresses onto it, before sliding it back onto the rail. I bend down to pick up the next item, doing the same. When I’m finished, I move to stow my case in the bottom, my eyes locking on our clothes hanging side-by-side. My breath catches at the fluttering deep in my stomach. I slide the door closed and turn away.
I take in the bedroom, groaning at the sight of the tiny child-sized bed they’ve added.
There’s no way Jax is going to be able to sleep on that, and this is his villa after all.
I throw down my nightdress to stake my claim, hoping to stem off an argument later.
The internal phone rings, and I move to the bedside table.
“Hello?”
“Ms Frazer, it’s Bethany. I was wondering if you and Mr Lockwood had a preference for which restaurant you would like to dine in tonight?”
Oh shit!
That was not something I’d thought about.
“Do you have a recommendation?” I ask.
