‘And what about you? You and Josh finally get together?’ I bit my lip. How much did I want to tell Hannah? Nothing – I wanted to tell her nothing – as much as I wished there was nothing to tell. I was more convinced than ever that it was not a good idea to hook up with Josh on this trip.

And then I thought, Fuck it, I’ll tell her.

‘Sort of. I mean, we kissed. And I slept in his cabin last night – but we didn’t have sex or anything. Actually, I didn’t know you weren’t in our cabin until this morning, but even so, I am not having sex on this boat. This is my family on the sea – and you don’t shit where you eat and all that.’ I was rambling, as I have a tendency to do when I am defending myself. Not that Hannah was judging me – I mean, she didn’t appear to be – which was nice, because she’d been a little judgey up until then. And not that it mattered anyway. I was judging myself enough for both of us.

She let my verbal diarrhoea dribble off and appraised me frankly. ‘You know what?’ she asked.

‘What?’

‘You’re really hard on yourself.’ Hannah, who had only known me a few days, had me properly pegged – and it was exactly what Josh had said. And they were right. I was hard on myself.

I could congratulate Hannah for hooking up with the much-in-demand skipper of the other boat, but my chaste sleepover with Josh was sending me into some sort of meltdown. I mean, I was in Greece on a beautiful island with super cool people, and I was sitting on the boat reading a stupid magazine! And that’s when I realised I was paying a ridiculous, self-imposed penance.

‘Go get showered. We’re going into town,’ I declared.

Hannah jumped up at my instruction. ‘That a girl,’ she said, ducking below deck to get freshened up. I closed the magazine and looked out at the other boats on the marina. I didn’t know where the thing with Josh was going – or where it could go – but for some reason it felt like he had leapt ahead from being a friend to being a boyfriend, and it was creeping me out. I had to tell him that. We needed to be cool and friendly and not get in too deep. I could do that. I could be honest. I could be cool.

Hannah was back up on deck within twenty minutes, which impressed me, especially because she looked better than she must have felt. ‘Coffee,’ she said, confirming my assumption.

‘It’ll be our first stop.’