“This is all getting a little deep for a morning chat,” Victoria said, getting to her feet. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Come on, then. Get dressed and come with me. It’s time for sarapan.”

45

Sakura took a quick shower and dressed in the clothes that Victoria had brought for her. There was an ankle-length flowing white dress that fitted perfectly and, as she regarded herself in the mirror, Sakura felt better than she had for days.

Smith was in the living room when she emerged. He was shirtless and his skin and shorts were wet. She saw several tattoos on his broad chest and, in the mirror that was fixed to the wall behind him, she saw a tattoo of angel wings that spread all the way across his shoulders and down his back.

“Nice dress,” he said to Sakura.

“Thank you,” she replied, twirling on her heel so that the thin material danced around her calves. “Have you been swimming?”

“I have. It was gorgeous.”

“We’re just going for breakfast,” Victoria said to Smith. “You can meet Jean-Michel.”

“He’ll be there?”

“I hope so—he’s the chef. Coming?”

“Let me grab a shower,” he said. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll come and find you.”

* * *

Sakura followed Victoria as she walked toward the restaurant that was up the slope, a few hundred metres away.

“He didn’t used to have those tattoos,” Victoria said, chuckling to herself.

Sakura didn’t ask how she knew what Smith looked like without his shirt; she had already worked out that there had been something between them in the past.

The hotel was quiet and, apart from a young man in a white uniform who was straightening up the sun loungers, they didn’t see anyone else. Victoria waved at the man, calling out something in Indonesian that made him laugh.

“It’s a lovely place,” Sakura said.

“It is,” Victoria agreed.

“How long have you been here?”

“Five years. I can’t really imagine working anywhere else now.”

They reached the restaurant. It was quiet, with just a handful of couples enjoying their breakfast. Victoria led the way to a table that overlooked an empty infinity pool and indicated that Sakura should sit.

“Coffee?”

“Please.”

“Let me go and tell my husband that we’re here.”