TWENTY-SIX
By the time Gaia climbed into the helicopter for the flight back to Romance Island that afternoon, she felt much more herself. Her pedicured feet were no longer a source of shame; the day spa had talked her into a body wrap to bring out the best in her skin; and a hair appointment had dealt with the damage from yesterday's field trip. If it weren't for the red dust and boabs in town, she'd almost think she was in civilisation again.
Soon. Once she'd negotiated everything she wanted from Jay Felix.
Gaia stopped at the resort's business centre to print out the contract documents she'd asked the Vasse Prospecting legal department to assemble for her. If she and Jay reached an agreement tonight, she wanted to have all the paperwork on hand to sign right away, before he changed
