CHAPTER 8
He woke early and thought about going for his early morning swim, but then thought better of it. She might be there. As crazy as it was, he was frightened of seeing her.
When Jill got up she made no mention of the previous night’s events. She showered and dressed while Grant made tea and set the table on the patio for breakfast. It was as he was munching through a plate of cornflakes and reading a guide book when there was a knock on the door. It was barely eight o’clock.
He padded across the tiled floor to open the door. He just knew it was going to be Sara standing there demanding to know why he hadn’t gone for a swim. Instead it was the twins from the hotel, a couple of fair-haired 13 year-olds, identical in every way, even down to the braces on their teeth.
“Hello is Emma
