Plus One is a Lucky Number. Teresa Morgan F.

his lot.

      But was he now?

      This felt strange, yet good. Relaxing. Maybe James had been right. He did need a holiday, a change.

      Sophie sat in her conservative cotton pyjamas - which Adam found tantalising - her hair still tangled from sleep, not a trace of make-up on her face. Absolutely natural, and there was something so gorgeous about it, it unnerved him.

      “What?” Sophie looked up from the newspaper, catching his stare, and frowned at him.

      “Nothing.” Adam went back to reading his paper. But he couldn't concentrate. “Um, when are we going to the beach?”

      “Oh, I’d forgotten about that.” Sophie reached for her mobile phone. “Maybe we’d better start getting ready.” She sent a text message.

      It beeped back a minute later. “We’ll meet them down on the beach.”

      Adam nodded, trying to hide his anxiety. Not so much about the beach, but he couldn’t surf, and imagined Simon could, being a local. He had the impression Simon would be trying to show Adam up wherever he could – especially after last night. Was Adam about to be moved out of his comfort zone? He made another note to himself on how to kill James – slowly.