The man. Right. Robin didn't even know what the hell his name was.
Now she was really hungry and she'd have to go back to the restaurant so she could eat. She could always order service to the villa, but this morning she'd promised herself she'd get out of here. She stepped into the shower to wash off the remains of her disaster. After drying herself off, she pulled on a pair of pale blue shorts and a navy T-shirt that was just loose enough for her to feel comfortable in it. Sarah, her personal shopper, had done well with the wardrobe.
The only makeup she applied was a light dusting of blush and a soft rose lipstick. Who was she dressing for, anyway? As she made her way back to the restaurant, she prayed the man, whoever he was, would be someplace else. Anyplace else. With luck he'd alre
