FORTY-NINE
Xan hoped the coffee she clutched to her chest would be what she needed to cure the worst case of Monday-itis she'd ever known. She'd barely slept all weekend. Since...
Since she'd stupidly kissed her boss.
She slammed the cup down on her desk and woke up her computer. Was it too soon to hope for a reply from Sydney? It was almost lunchtime over there now, and if they were really as eager as they'd said to have her manage their hotel...
But the email hadn't sent yet – it was still sitting there in her outbox, waiting to go. What in hell?
Communications were still down for that b****y wedding, Xan realised, closing her eyes. She'd have to call Villa Akoya and hope the honeymooners answered the phone. Like that would happen. But she'd agreed to keep the satellite dish switche
