I unzip the pocket inside, set to lock my keys away.
A white envelope, my name neatly scrawled on the front.
Crap!
I yank it out, the corner tears on the zip, exposing a portion of the paper inside.
Zach’s letter.
When the concierge handed it to me, my heart had almost beaten its way out of my chest. I’d stuffed it in the side pocket, zipping it away as fast as humanly possible, not wanting to think about it.
I press my lips together and massage the middle of my forehead, closing my eyes.
When I open them again, it’s still there, although the envelope is slightly more crumpled.
Why didn’t I put it straight in the bin, shred it?
I sink down onto the side of the bed, placing the book next to me, and clasping the envelope in both hands.
I know why. It was to allow myself time to digest. I’ve never been one to make rash decisions, and this is no different. I wanted options.
Well, now you have some.
Option one, stuff it back into my bag and forget I’ve even seen it.
Option two, stuff it back in my bag and dispose of it when I get home.
Option three, throw it into the sea.
Not, option three, knowing my luck, it’ll wash up on shore intact, and someone would find it and share all our family’s dirty secrets.
Option four, I grow a backbone and read the thing. Then destroy it!
But then I’ve given Zach airtime. What he did was despicable. He stitched up his best friend and played me like a fiddle.
My stomach clenches at the familiar scrawl.
Kathryn Frazer.
I drop back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.
With a growl, I slam it onto the mattress and sit up. Grabbing my book and iced tea, I head back outside returning to the sun-lounger.
I open my book and begin reading, the words bouncing around on the page, as my mind drifts.
I look back at the door, the bed and the letter is visible.
Shit, shit, shit!
I get up and head to the edge of the terrace, staring out at sea.
Come on, Kat. What’s the worst that can happen? You know he slept with Darra and fathered Lottie.
Pen’s words come back to haunt me.
No, I’d seen the proof of Jaxson with my eyes. He was at the hotel with Sasha. They’d both gone into the same room.
I head back into the villa, snatching up the letter, before tearing open the envelope.
