DAY 10. AT SEA. MORNING.
Abbey shrieked as she twisted and turned around the bends in the water-slide then hurtled into the pool. Her long honey-coloured hair was tied in a knot at the top of her head, so she trod water to keep it dry. This wasn’t a hair washing day. From the side of the pool, Martin watched her, smiling. She waved to him and breast-stroked across to where he sat, nursing a beer in the sun.
‘Are you coming in?’ she called.
‘Nah, I did thirty laps this morning.’
OMG he’s gorgeous, she thought. I want to take him home.
But he wasn’t like most guys. He seemed to enjoy being with her, but you couldn’t pin him down.
‘Get me a drink. Martin’ she pleaded.
‘Champagne?’
‘Of course.’
She settled into a deck chair, loosened her hair, and when Martin came with her champagne,
