“I can’t believe he didn’t discuss it with me. Or Evan. Though he may have sent an email, but I didn’t get it. The Wi-Fi has been on the fritz. We haven’t been able to send or receive email for the last several hours.”

I breathed out a sigh. “Oh. I was waiting to hear from Tabitha—she owns the agency. She was going to call him.”

“Why don’t you come out with us? There’s no point staying on board.”

“I’m not really in the best mental place.”

“Come on. Your mental state the best reason to come out. You haven’t even had a night out since you started. You must be stir crazy.”

“You have no idea.”

“You need one. Besides, it could be your last night.”

“It is my last night.” I felt my resolve caving.

“Well then.”

Looking around, I realized I would have to stay holed up in here all evening and probably wouldn’t sleep a wink come bedtime. And I certainly wouldn’t be visiting the top deck. God knew, I didn’t want to be anywhere else on the boat and bump into Xavier Pascale when he couldn’t stand the sight of me and I made him so uncomfortable. “If I come with you, any chance you won’t judge me if I decide to have a few or hundred drinks.” Even as I said it though, I knew I didn’t want to be hungover while making the ride of shame to the airport tomorrow.

She laughed. “No judgment from me, I promise. I may even join you in a few. Come on.”

I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the only thing I could find. It was the plain black linen t-shirt dress I’d bought at the market in Antibes, but it was short and nicely cut. With the right accessories it could double as a little black dress. I also pulled out my makeup bag. “Give me five minutes?”

Andrea broke out in a wide smile. “You betcha. See you on the back deck. We won’t leave without you. Don’t wear heels, the cobblestones are a nightmare.”

“Don’t have any.” I shrugged. “See you in a few.”