twenty-four
Rose spent the next few hours sunbathing, reading and surreptitiously ogling Tom from behind her sunglasses. She watched him playing football with Harry, wondering what, if anything, was going to happen between them. Or had their kiss been a mad, spur of the moment, drunken madness? She decided to play it cool and let him do the chasing. With her mind made up, Rose immersed herself in a fictitious world and was currently in the boudoir of a Scottish Highland knight, complete with a feisty heroine. Rose gasped as, in the book, Connor pulled off Heather’s corset, and flung her onto the four poster bed.
“Any good?” Tom asked breathlessly, flopping down next to her.
Rose coughed. “Very entertaining.”
“What genre is it?” He tried to peer at the cover. “Let me guess. You’r
