Hugh groans from his spot on the tiny twin bed. He looks comical in it, his six-foot two frame stretched out across the mattress. One of his legs dangles off the side. He’s somehow got more tanned with each passing day. He’s come a long way since I only knew him as ‘angry suntan man’. His calf muscle twitches as he rouses himself out of sleep.

‘Feeling better?’ I ask. I’ve already had a cup of coffee and changed into my swimsuit. Once the sun came up, I couldn’t sleep. Today is my last chance to spot the wrasse. The waters are much calmer this morning, the boat hardly rocking at all.

‘Much,’ he says, although he still hasn’t opened his eyes.

Colour has returned to his cheeks. He looks healthy again. Staring at him, I wish I could stay here, in this cabin, for hours. I want to tell him the truth. Then I want him to forgive me. I want to feel his lips on mine once more, his strong hands, the gentle pads of his fingers on my skin. I want to run my hands through his hair, down his back, feel him respond to my touch.

‘Millie,’ he moans, interrupting my thoughts, ‘I can’t get up. I’m tired.’

‘I’m really glad you’re feeling better,’ I say, reaching down to pat him on the shoulder. When my fingers touch his skin, electricity zaps through me.

He cracks his eyes open. ‘Thank you for taking care of me.’ He smiles, and then it quickly turns into a grimace. He blushes, and I register that it’s the first time I’ve seen him flush such a deep red.

‘It was nothing.’ I wave it off.

‘Seriously.’ Hugh looks at me intently. ‘I owe you one.’

‘No, you don’t.’

‘Am I remembering correctly that you still wanted to see me in Boston, even after the night I had?’

‘Maybe,’ I say coyly.

He punches the air triumphantly. ‘And you have to talk to me about something.’ He looks me in the eye. ‘And I take it, now is not the time.’

I shake my head. ‘They’re prepping our dive,’ I say, ‘we have to get ready.’

‘Already?’ Hugh moans again, turning to his side. ‘I’m exhausted.’

‘I would say you can stay and rest, but I’ve got a wrasse to find, and I need my partner.’

I stride out the door, leaving him grumbling in my wake.

The group gets ready in record time.

‘This will be our longest dive,’ Vanessa announces. We all smile at each other, giddy with the prospect of the best dive of the trip. Nobody acknowledges that it’s also our last.