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“Zac,” Isla said. “Like, the hottest male pop star on the planet.”

Nina raised her eyebrows. “Hottest, as in most attractive—or as in most popular?”

Isla smiled. “Both.”

“I’m not sure,” Nina said. “Has he got wavy bleached-blond hair with short sides that comes over his forehead, nearly obscuring his ice-blue eyes and bright-white-teeth that nearly blot out the sun?”

Isla sighed. “Yes.”

Nina frowned. “Then I think I might have spoken to him. I told him I didn’t want a drink and he wasn’t impressed.”

“You turned him down?” Isla said. “Are you mental?”

Nina shook her head. “I didn’t find him attractive. He was an arrogant prick.”

Isla craned her neck, clearly hoping he might return and buy her a drink instead. “Then you must be the only woman on earth who thinks so.”

“Doubt it,” Nina said.

Isla turned back. “Anyway, you need to come meet Cameron.”

“Who’s Cameron?” Nina said. She rubbed her stomach. Maybe eating those crisps so quickly on a bellyful of champagne hadn’t been a good idea.

“Cameron Wild,” Isla said. “My producer? His stage name is Logan Wild. Don’t tell me you’ve not heard of him either.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of him,” Nina said. It wasn’t a lie. She vaguely knew of Logan Wild, DJ and dance-music producer, but had no idea what he looked like or any details regarding his background.

“Come on,” Isla said, grabbing Nina’s hand and leading her through the throng.

The sudden movement caused Nina’s stomach to lurch and her niggling nausea intensified. She took a deep breath in an attempt to quell it.

Isla weaved them through the crowd toward the back of the room where a small group was conversing. There was one guy with his back to them who Nina assumed was Cameron, mainly because the rest of the group was female. As they approached, she realised it was the handsome man she’d locked eyes with across the bar. That did nothing to aid her nausea.

Isla tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned. His eyes struck Nina. Up close they were even more intense.

“This is my friend Nina,” Isla told him. “The one I was telling you about. “Nina, this is Cam.”

He surveyed her with a cool expression then held out his hand for a shake. But before Nina could grasp it, she gagged and slapped her hand over her mouth. She turned and fled for the ladies’ room and only just made it to the toilet before vomiting profusely.

Chapter Two

Nina opened her eyes then closed them again when the sunlight from the patio doors intensified the throbbing in her head. She took a breath then opened them more slowly. The bright white room came into focus and she remembered Isla putting her to bed the previous evening…or maybe it’d still been the afternoon. She wasn’t sure.

She turned over to face the patio, which looked out over the balcony toward the Mediterranean Sea. There were a couple of boats out there already. Nina watched them bobbing on the water, trying to distract herself from the fact that she’d vomited her guts up when she had been about to meet a gorgeous guy.

There was a knock at the door. “Nina!” Isla called from the other side. “It’s me. I’m letting myself in, okay?”

Nina stayed motionless in an effort to preserve her head.

Isla entered the room, coming over and sitting heavily on the bed. The bounce caused a flare in the throb of Nina’s head and she lifted a hand to massage her temples.

Isla watched her. “Sore head?”

“Yep.”

“Thought so. I’ve brought you some painkillers.” Isla passed her a packet.

“Thank you,” Nina said. She carefully sat up and swallowed a couple of the tablets with a bit of the water from the glass on her bedside table.