CHAPTER FOURTEEN
For the next few days, we relaxed like we'd never relaxed before, spending hours and hours dozing by the fabulous infinity pool. It was the most beautiful swimming pool I’d ever seen, with its deep blue water seemingly cascading off into the softly glistening gentle waves of the Atlantic Ocean below.
But, on day five, we decided to stop being so lazy and chose to do a bit of sightseeing. Not before a quick swim after brunch, though.
As I stood beneath the shower, rinsing off the remnants of chlorine, I reached for the shampoo and lathered my long brown hair while letting my mind wander to old memories. Or should I say an old memory. It had been some time since I'd thought of Fred and, as I pictured his face (how I thought he would look now, not then), I was reminded of
