CHAPTER 19
They stayed locked together for what seemed an eternity. Grant was the first to speak.
“I think we’d better get dried.” He looked at his Rolex. It was 3.30. He slipped out of her and kissed her gently on the lips. Levering himself up on his arms he pulled himself from the water, his nakedness no longer an embarrassment. He stretched down a hand which Sara took and with one pull he lifted her out of the water. Dripping water across the patio they crossed to the timber changing chalet. Grant opened the door for Sara and she stepped inside. The light from the pool danced across the log lapped walls. Grant reached up to one of the shelves on the back wall and pulled down a large beach towel. He undid it and wrapped it around his illicit lover. He held it tightly around her and she
