CHAPTER 6
THE NEXT MORNING, I braved the beach again, this time wearing sunglasses and a big floppy sun hat I’d borrowed from Kat. Which sunlounger seemed the safest? In the end, I picked one close to the water that gave me a good view of anybody approaching, meaning I could dash into the sea at a moment’s notice to escape.
At least that was the theory. It went to pot when I fell asleep.
“Excuse me, Miss?”
This time, the voice that interrupted me was French, and I’m afraid to say I snapped. Why couldn’t everyone just leave me alone? This was meant to be a holiday. A break. I wasn’t paying good money to get bothered every five bloody minutes.
“Yes, I’m Callie. Yes, my fiancé left me three days before our wedding. No, I’m not looking for a new husband and, no, I don’t want to go to lunc
