It was almost two a.m. He didn’t want to wake anyone up. After checking to make sure the concertina doors leading out onto the main balcony were locked, he walked into the kitchen. He’d grab a bottle of water from the fridge, check the windows and then head down to the lower floor to do the same there. After that, he’d have a shower in the bathroom attached to the gym, relieve the tension in his body he knew wouldn’t ease off until Chris Huntley had left Australia while under the running water—if then—and then head to bed. Chris’s first public appearance later that day was at a wildlife reserve. As conflicted as he was about his feelings for the man, he still needed to be at the peak of his— A small white sheet of notepaper stuck to the fridge caught his eye. Need you by the pool. B. Liev frowned at Bethany’s neat, no-nonsense handwriting. By the pool? What the hell did she need from him by the pool? It wasn’t like she required sunblock to be rubbed onto her back. Not at this time of night.
