FORTY-EIGHT
A tentative knock on the door dragged Xan's attention from the lagoon, where no n***d rock star swam this morning. Maybe he'd slept in, after all the drinking and dancing last night. If she was lucky, he'd have forgotten all about their kiss.
After waiting half an hour for a response that evidently wasn't coming, she'd switched off her laptop and stuffed it back in its bag. She'd check her email again later, but today she deserved a rest. The wedding had been hard work.
She squeezed past the dining table and unlocked the door.
Jason stood on the door mat, a strange intensity in his eyes that Xan couldn't remember seeing before.
"I'm looking for the lady who owns this rather remarkable shoe," he said, holding out one of her heels from last night.
Another line he'd sto
