Chapter Three
Mia practically bounced along the walkway leading to her bungalow, her mood as buoyant as the seabirds the five of them had been inadvertently terrorising all morning. The couple of hours they’d spent whizzing around on jet skis—which had indeed been delivered in good working order and with full tanks of fuel—had been incredible fun. They’d raced, they’d meandered, they’d showed off, even fallen off a few times. But mostly, they’d laughed. It had well and truly broken the earlier tension, and the event had seemingly been forgotten, much to Mia’s relief. She still didn’t regret bringing it up in the first place, but at least it had been dealt with quickly and cleanly, and the aftereffects weren’t destined to linger over them like a bad smell.
She opened the door and slipped
