FORTY-ONE
The bottle of white wine in her fridge was empty far too quickly, and it didn't dull her feelings fast enough. Not enough alcohol, she was certain of it. If Gaia had been a bourbon drinker, or if she'd liked any spirits, she'd have ordered a bottle to be delivered direct to her villa. Room service must have something appropriate for getting drunk, she grumbled to herself as she picked up the phone.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't have any cocktails on the room service menu," the waiter on the other end said once she'd explained what she wanted. "What with the heat and the distance from the bar to your villa, they don't travel well. If you give me a list of your preferred cocktails, I can send a bartender over with the ingredients and he can make those for you in the privacy of
