FIFTY
Jason pushed himself to swim twice the length of the lagoon that morning, same as yesterday. He was angry, he was frustrated, he was f*****g pissed off at himself for f*****g up so royally after the wedding and worst of all, Xan hadn't been watching him swim from her kitchen window, like she did every morning. Every morning until the morning after he f****d up, that is. Now it was two days in a row he hadn't seen her.
Where was the point in having your own private island with a lagoon you could swim n***d in every morning, if the one woman you wanted to admire your arse as you swam past wasn't looking? It was enough to make him stop swimming altogether. Or to wear something while he did it.
Or maybe it was time to leave the island for a while, and go to the east coast while he w
