Now It's Just Us (Wrong Girl 2)

Chapter One

Chapter One

The hotel which Zack booked for us is exquisite. I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw it. Five stars with a breath-taking view and a beautiful interior. He didn't even tell me he had arranged for us to stay in the master suite of the hotel until we got here.

We decided on St. Tropez because I was extremely anxious about the flight. I'm not the best traveller and knew I would feel more at ease if we had a short journey. I've only been on a plane once in my entire life and that was when I went to Spain with my mum, Rachel and my brother. I was only twelve at the time and don't remember a great deal about it except that I wasn't a big fan of flying even then.

Zack was a little disappointed because he wanted to take me a little further. He had his heart set on Barbados but when I found out how long the flight would be, I wasn't having any of it.

We flew one week after Zack managed to convince me to go away with him and there were so many times I came close to cancelling altogether. I knew it was just my anxiety building up and made sure I discussed all the issues I was having at the thought of going away with my therapist. She helped me to realise that it was all just part of the process and explained the reason behind my agitation and anxiety. It was quite simple really and helped me to understand why the panic I experience when I don't feel in control. After all, I was about to remove myself from my comfort zone and it was only natural I would find this unsettling. In the end she gave me the strength to go ahead with my vacation and even though I was extremely nervous throughout our two-hour flight, I'm so proud of myself now that I'm finally here.

Zack insisted that he stay with me in my apartment after I received that hateful letter. He didn't even want to go into work until I convinced him that I would be ok by myself. I'm still not certain about what's going to happen once we get back from our vacation. I know Zack doesn't want us to live apart anymore and the more I think about it, neither do I.

The weather isn't too hot at this time of year but to be honest I'm glad of that, I don't particularly like the scorching heat and at least the temperature is still pleasant enough for us to enjoy our time here together.

Most mornings we wake up around ten and spend the next couple of hours in bed before ordering room service for a late breakfast/early brunch. After dinner we take a stroll on one of the local beaches and return back to the hotel to get ready for our evening meal. We normally choose one of the restaurants in the port and dine there until late, taking one final walk along the beach before we return to the hotel.

For some reason all the walking we did earlier on today hasn't tired me out yet. It's three o'clock in the morning and I'm still wide awake. Zack is sound asleep beside me, breathing softly. I long to wake him but know that would be so unfair of me. He's been working so hard lately, this holiday is exactly what he needed and I just can't bring myself to disturb him.

Deciding to get up, I tip toe out of the bedroom and open the sliding door which leads out onto the balcony. I made sure to grab a thin sweater before I came out here, knowing the temperature would be quite low at this time of night. Our hotel is right by the ocean which makes it even cooler.

Curling up on one of the chairs outside, I can't help admiring the spectacular view before me. The moonlight is glittering off the waves against the shore, illuminating the white yachts in the harbour. I breathe deeply, allowing my lungs to take in the fresh air which is coming off the ocean. I wonder what it would be like if we stayed here? I know it's impossible and not practical at all but the thought of staying here indefinitely fills me with a sense of calm I'm not familiar with.

"What are you doing out here?"

Startled by the sound of Zack's voice behind me, I turn around and smile up at him. He's shirtless but is wearing a pair of his black boxer shorts, something he must have slipped on before he came out here to find me.