FORTY-FIVE
Some time later, Xan set down her nearly empty champagne bottle. She couldn't have drunk all of it. Jason must've helped, she told herself, peering at the starlit waves beneath her swinging feet. It wasn't all that dark, not really, with the Milky Way shimmering across the sky.
"I should go home to sleep," she said, struggling to her feet. b****y hell, she had drunk more than she'd thought. Xan wobbled as she fought to get her feet into her shoes for the walk back to her unit. Jason might have fallen asleep on the jetty, like so many nights before, but it wouldn't do for the hotel manager to imitate the rock star. Double standards, she thought muzzily.
"Why did you come out here, Xan?" The shadow that was Jason sat up. "You weren't uninvited. I'm sure you could've stayed at
