Still Got It

Chapter Eight

T he heat of the sun on her face woke Grace from a fitful doze. She felt for her hat, which was thankfully still in place on her head, along with her sunglasses. She’d gone out onto the balcony for a five-minute sit-down after a long morning teaching the little ones. They were cute, but exhausting. She didn’t usually get given the five- to seven-year-olds, but Anna was off sick with a stomach bug, so it had been Grace’s turn to get stuck in. Singing nursery rhymes and playing shops might be improving their English, but Grace thought she’d scream if she heard ‘Ring a Ring o’ Roses’ again anytime soon.

Sofia had finally left the previous morning, after a week of eating, drinking and shopping together. They’d had a lovely time, but a week was long enough when one person was working and the other one was on holiday.

They’d had lunch every day on the hotel terrace, and Grace had noticed the smouldering glances between her friend and the head waiter. His name was Adonis, and it was an apt description of the man. Tall, golden and definitely this side of forty.