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Rose was pleased that the car was air-conditioned. She fiddled with the knobs, turning the thermostat to the chilliest setting and settled back in the seat as Tom pulled away from the hotel and onto the road.
“Where are we heading?” she asked, resisting the urge to place her hand on his exposed knee.
“I thought we’d start at the neighbouring resort, Cala Millor.”
“Great.” Rose opened a bottle of water and took a sip.
The road was busy; with automobiles and mopeds zooming past, and people on pushbikes wobbling precariously.
“I’m glad you’ve hired a car,” Rose said happily. “It’s good to explore and see other resorts.”
“I’m glad you approve.” Tom flashed her a grin. “It’s good to finally get you on your own.”
He pressed a button on the dashboard and music erupted from a
