Chapter 9
The old-fashioned, wind-up alarm clock woke Zoe more effectively than her phone ever had. Great idea — no snooze button. Although why she’d set an alarm she didn’t know. Tuesday was her day off. She sat up, worked out how to turn off the twin jangling bells and checked the time. Six o’clock. A warm breeze lifted the blind at the open window. She could taste the sea and feel the tide going out by the slapping rhythm of waves on the beach. Heaven. Just as well she hadn’t been invited to last night’s party, with all that champagne on offer. Since coming to Kiawa she’d woken up every single morning with a clear head.
A soft knocking came at the door. Josh opened it a crack. ‘I’ve made toast.’
She rubbed sleep from her eyes. ‘Be there in a minute.’ The door closed. Zoe dragged her
