After the shoot wrapped, everyone had gathered on Harm’s patio. There hadn’t been an agenda, just friends enjoying one another’s company and talking about the day. It reminded her of home. Odd how such different places could harbor the same sense of community. People pitched in wherever needed because it was the right thing to do. Just to be neighborly. She’d forgotten how comforting a support system like that could be after all the years in Miami and New York. She felt Harm’s presence even before he sat beside her on the chaise. He handed her a glass and took a sip of his own. “Does mine have vodka?” She liked soda and lime, but she’d earned a drink and had seen others drinking Anguillan punch. There had to be alcohol in that. He winked at her. “You can even keep a bottle in the wet bar if you want.” She ignored the innuendo of that remark. With the way he’d been so grabby and possessive as soon as Saskia had arrived, Holly had a sinking suspicion he’d played her to hurt Sass.
