The cool water was a welcome relief, quieting the heat in his body and the noise in his head. He exhaled slowly as he made his way back to the surface. Between his seething anger toward Phil and his ever-expanding attraction to Shari, he felt as if he was about to boil over in every possible way. He swam laps until he felt calmer, then floated on his back, slicking his hair off his face. The sun was starting to set but still glared brightly enough that he couldn’t make out which balcony was theirs. He shielded his eyes as he counted windows. There she was. Stretched out on the lounge chair. He wondered if she was still in her bathing suit or if she’d already changed for dinner. The pool attendant handed him a towel as he climbed out of the water. Shari had certainly picked a fantastic resort. Jon was glad Phil wasn’t going to get to enjoy a minute of it. He quickly toweled off and made his way to the concierge desk. “Can I help you, sir?” the gentleman asked as soon as he saw Jon standing there.
