When he made it to the pool, Phatima was not yet there.
He fought the heavy feeling of worry and regret that was settling in the pit of his stomach because of the thought that she might have made it up to her room and changed her mind. Maybe what he’d done, she decided, was too much for her to ignore and move on from. The idea of having to be in his company again and see his face was probably repulsive to her.
He certainly was disgusted with himself.
Without hesitation, he dove into the warmed water. The spring air was comfortable in the daylight but chilled considerably as evening encroached. It was early evening now, still a few hours out before dinner, and without the heating system in the pool, the water would have surely slapped him with a chilling shock that he was sure he would
