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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. About the Author
  48. Also by Sue Fortin
  49. About the Publisher

To distract herself, Steph took her notebook from her bag and jotted down a few of her first impressions of the accommodation and then took a few photographs. Vacation Staycation didn’t have the budget for a full-time photographer and, as photography was one of Steph’s hobbies, she was always more than happy to take the pictures herself. Plus, it earned her a bit of extra money.

Next, she took a look at the schedule. Her boss had instructed her to try out as many activities as possible so she could write a complete review on the facilities. The more things the article covered, the more likely they were to get the hits online.

Steph blew out a long breath as she looked at the activities she was expected to take part in. She checked her watch, and realized she had fifteen minutes before she had to be at the health spa, where she had a session in the thalassotherapy pool booked, which would give her a chance to use the indoor pool, jacuzzi and sauna room. After that she had a massage booked and then it would be time to get ready for dinner. That was the next couple of hours taken care of anyway.

Steph changed into her swimsuit, putting her active-wear on over the top, and headed over to the health spa, where she was rewarded with a white fluffy dressing gown and pair of white slippers. She thoroughly enjoyed the two hours of pampering and couldn’t remember the last time she had been able to sit back and totally relax. It was at times like these when she loved her job.

She emerged from the massage room with her clothes in her bag and just her dressing gown on over her swimsuit. She felt so relaxed now, all she really wanted to do was go to bed, but her stomach had other ideas. The guests in her group had declared how impressed they were so far with the resort and that the recent refurbishment was stunning. Some remembered how it had been before, but, although Steph’s dad had worked for Max Sinclair, she had never visited the house with either of her parents, who had both kept strict boundaries between their personal and work life.

It was then she had a sudden, rather unsettling thought. Dominic might not associate her with Wendy because their names were different, but would he have known her father’s surname? Was that the connection he couldn’t quite pinpoint?

As Steph walked out of the pool house, she was mentally working out the probability. Durham wasn’t a particularly unusual name, but was it enough to jog Dominic’s memory? And would Dominic have even known her dad? She wasn’t sure of the timeline, but she thought her dad had passed away before Dominic had taken over. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Harry coming the other way until she almost bumped into him.