Ash nods in agreement before gently lifting me from his lap. Five minutes later, I’m sitting in the booth at the back of the lavish speedboat with a bottle of water and a spare, long white cotton t-shirt from some long-forgotten crew member wrestled over my head.
Turns out it wasn’t just Ash’s shirt that got flung overboard. My bikini top did too.
“Don’t even think of asking me to apologise for throwing that bit of material away,” he smirks.
“Wasn’t going to,” I smile back merrily.
“Can I borrow your cell for a second? Need to reassure Sol I haven’t actually flown home. Signal boost thing.”
I’ve nothing to hide. “Sure. One second. Unless you threw it overboard.”
Ash chuckles whilst I find my denim cut-offs on the floor, fishing out the cell, I unlock it with my thumbprint. There’s
