He made a mock bow before them. ‘Ladies, I am at your service,’ he said, his dark eyes twinkling as his gaze turned from one woman to the next. He really was gorgeous, Jeanie thought, smiling goofily back at him. He really, really was.

‘Luis, these are my friends, Patsy and Kate,’ she said. ‘And we would love to have your company this evening. Can we buy you a drink?’

‘Truly, I am honoured,’ he said, in that sexy broken English of his. Then he looked sorrowful. ‘But I am on duty. No drinks for me, I’m afraid. Not yet, anyway.’

‘Not yet?’ Patsy repeated, arching an eyebrow. ‘I think that means he might be up for one later, girls. What time do you clock off, love?’

‘Not until eleven,’ he said, looking at his watch and letting out a sigh – ahh! – that there was still so much of the evening left before then. He leaned forward to collect their empty glasses and Jeanie caught a whiff of his aftershave, pungent and spicy and manly. Gosh, he smelled good, she thought.

‘Can I get you ladies anything else?’ he asked, their glasses all gathered in.

‘Well, not right now, but maybe later,’ Jeanie heard herself say daringly. Showing off to impress her new friends, her sister Barbara would comment, no doubt in tones of disdain. She leaned forward, trying to give him her best sultry look. ‘Maybe I’ll see you back here at eleven.’

He smiled and she saw a dimple flash in his cheek. She was only having a bit of fun, obviously, only kidding around, because he was far too young for her, and a million times too good-looking to boot. But then he raised an eyebrow in a suggestive sort of way. ‘Eleven o’clock it is,’ he agreed.

They all watched his bum as he walked away, then the three women collapsed in giggles. ‘Jeanie, you little devil,’ Patsy gurgled. ‘And there was me, thinking you were a nice well-brought-up sort of girl, too!’

‘Are you really going to meet him?’ Kate asked. ‘Are you, Jeanie? Look at her, Pats, she’s totally going to. And good for you, kid! Good for you! Why not have a bit of fun on your holiday, eh?’

‘What happens on holiday stays on holiday,’ Patsy said, tapping her nose and winking. ‘Am I right, or am I right?’

Jeanie had never been unfaithful in her life and was already starting to feel a bit uncertain about the whole idea. She’d only meant to have a drink with the man, but these two were carrying on as if she was about to throw caution to the winds and . . . well, throw her clothes to the winds as well. ‘It’s just a drink,’ she cried indignantly, which only made them laugh even more.