EPILOGUE PART 2
KAT CALLED ME at seven the next morning, a few minutes after Adam had left.
“It’s our last day on the beach,” he’d told me as he dashed out the door. “We need to make an early start to get the lighting right.”
My spirits plummeted as the door closed behind him. There were three days of filming left, and I was marking the time off on a calendar in my head. I’d have liked nothing more than to bury my head in the sand until it was over, but no way would Kat allow me to do that.
“Get up, sleepyhead,” she said, way too perky for that time in the morning. “I’ve booked us massages in the main building at eight.”
I stifled a groan. “Sounds great.”
“Careful, don’t show too much enthusiasm.”
“Sorry. I’m not feeling myself at the moment.”
“Tell me you’re not still clinging to
