CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cassidy was gliding a leisurely length of the hotel pool. There was a tall, ice-misted glass of Pimms brimming with strawberries and mint leaves waiting by her lounger. Once she had savoured it slowly, she was going to the hotel salon to get her hair done. She had decided to go rich mahogany and had already picked the colour from a chart. Purple Rose, it was called. Exotic. Like her.
Although she had had a few qualms before setting off that morning, now that she was here, she was glad she had decided to come. It took her mind off Adam, and a few more drinks would take her mind off him even more successfully.
Having finished her swim, she flopped onto her fluffy white towel and decided to text him again, even though he hadn’t answered her last one. Lying by blue pool wit
