TWENTY-EIGHT
Xan tore her eyes away from the swimming rock star. Why did he have to swim past her kitchen window at the same time every morning, wearing nothing but a cheeky grin? "Who was it?"
Shou ambled into the kitchen. He uncapped her jar of instant coffee and took a suspicious sniff before he spooned some into a mug.
"Shou, who was at the door?"
"Mr Felix's latest girl. Seems she's had her fill of him, too." He tipped the contents of the kettle into his mug. "She said she'd speak to you later about it. Before I could say anything, she took off."
Xan's gut clenched. What had Jay done overnight? Nothing to mar that undeserved perfect body on display outside her window, evidently, but Flavia had seemed almost eager to spend last night with him. If this morning she'd changed her mi
