Everyone has made themselves at home by the time we return to the villa. While the girls are settled under the large umbrellas out on the deck sipping colourful cocktails, the boys are in the games room shooting pool, their raucous shouts making their way through the house as we wind our way through to the kitchen to grab some cold bottles of water. I’m feeling parched from being out in the sun for so long, and I can feel a headache forming.
“I think I am going to grab some tablets and lay down for a bit,” I tell Jackson between gulps of the cool, refreshing liquid.
“Okay, Kat. Do you want me to wake you?” Concern is written all over his face, and I feel the need to reassure Jackson, so I reach out and give his hand a squeeze.
“Please. Give me an hour. I don’t want people to think I am
