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Xan woke to the worst hangover she'd ever known. Worse, she couldn't remember drinking anything. And it wasn't just her head aching, either – her whole body hurt, like she'd been hit by a road train. Except there weren't any vehicles at Romance Island Resort, unless you counted the electric golf cart Maintenance now shared with Housekeeping. Xan definitely hadn't left the island – she had too much to do in preparation for that woman's wedding. The one who wanted to dance on top of the lagoon.
The crazy woman who'd also pulled a knife on her, Xan remembered now. Which would make her either dead or in hospital. She forced her eyes open and took a look around. Beeping machinery. Foam panelled ceiling with old-school institutional fluorescent strip lighting, above a single bed th
