FIFTY-SEVEN
"Hey, there's a whole box of spring rolls here that we missed. You want one?" Jason asked.
Xan didn't even glance at them as she shook her head. She just wasn't hungry any more. Nerves writhed like snakes in her belly, leaving no room for anything else.
"I've f****d up again. I should have taken you to Sydney's finest restaurant, not ordered a bunch of stuff from the local Chinese. I'm sorry, Xanthe. I'm just so f*****g euphoric about today that I wanted to keep you to myself for a bit longer." His eyes beseeched her. "Tomorrow, I'll take you out to dinner wherever you want. I'll find something with Michelin stars or something."
"We can have all the fancy dinners we want at home. The resort's chefs are as good as any you'll find in Sydney, or anywhere in Australia."
Jason
