“I want to hear everything.” Rose was sitting beside the pool the next morning as Shelly clutched her arm. “Did you…?”
“Yes.” Rose slipped her sunglasses over her eyes. “It was a fantastic night and that’s all I’m saying on the subject.”
“You were late for breakfast,” Shelly sniffed. “I suppose you didn’t get much sleep.”
“We didn’t get back to the hotel until well after twelve and I had a good night’s sleep, thank you very much.”
Shelly shifted on the sunbed, covering her arm with sun cream. “Was it gentle, or wildly passionate?”
“Shelly!” Rose tutted at her friend. “Please don’t pry.”
Shelly held up her white, sticky hands. “Sorry. Harry and I were concerned, that’s all. You didn’t answer my texts, Archer.”
“I was fine.” Rose stretched her arms above her head. “Tom was the perf
