I lie still and wait for Kat’s breathing to even out before finally letting myself drift off.
CHAPTER 16
KAT
Iwake up dazed, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am.
Shit, what time is it?
Reaching for my phone, I realise it’s by the other bed.
I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling before pressing my thumb and forefinger into my eye sockets.
Inhaling deeply, I turn my head. Jax’s side of our pillow barricade is empty, the duvet pulled up and into place.
Lying still, I listen intently to my surroundings. The villa is silent, no sign of the man himself.
My muscles begin to relax, until memories of the night before come flooding back.
Not being able to get comfortable on the bed, deciding to move outside onto a sun lounger, the rain, and me stripping off my nightdress, standing there naked. Him handing me a robe.
My heart rate picks up.
What the hell was I thinking!
Bolting upright on the bed, I look around, my skin tingles at the realisation, Jax managed to sneak out without waking me.
I’m not sure how to feel about that!
I must have been dead to the world, although I’ll admit, I haven’t slept this soundly in what feels like forever!
Pushing back the duvet, I swing my legs off the bed before moving to throw open the curtains, allowing the morning sunlight to flood the room.
I take in the cloudless sky and sunlight shimmering off the calm waters of the ocean surrounding us. It’s then I hear the gentle lap of the waves against the jetty, the sound soothing, almost hypnotising.
Snapping myself out of a trance, I collect my phone from the cot bed, before making my way to the bathroom.
It’s just past eight.
My stomach grumbles, letting me know it’s time for breakfast
I shower in record time, pulling on one of my sundresses and sandals. Stopping by the door, I check my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Perfect. Summer chic, with a professional twist.
There’s still no sign of Jax, but I need to eat. My body doesn’t mind fasting, but when I start to eat again, it lets me know.
Grabbing the lone keycard from the side, I head towards the main restaurant where breakfast is served.
One of the waiters greets me at the door.
“Good morning, Ms Frazer. Can I show you to your table?”
“Thank you,” I say.
I follow him in silence, taking in the atmosphere. The restaurant is alive. The gentle hum of conversations and the hotel team working to meet everyone’s needs.
My eyes and ears are on full alert as I take my seat.
“Can I get you a tea or coffee?”
