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Xan reached the jetty first. The tide was on its way in, l*****g hungrily at the jetty pylons. Xan's belly rumbled a response – she should have stopped to grab a bite to eat. The last thing she needed was to drink half a bottle of rum on an empty stomach.
"You hungry?"
Jay stood at the head of the jetty, with a room service tray in his arms. Xan could have hugged him. If he weren't her employer and the bane of her existence, of course.
"Yes," she admitted.
"Good. I got some fishy bite things from Catering. It said panko crumbs, prawns, squid, scallops and stuff on the menu." Jay peered under the cover. "You do eat seafood, right? I can call them and get you something else."
"I'm fine with seafood," Xan replied, catching a whiff of what Jay held. If it was the seafood tasting pla
