With Philip beside her, his arms around her waist, she stared transfixed down at the sprawling city and the Derwent River snaking its way through undulating green hills that seemed to go on forever. They had taken a bus trip up the mountain with Trisha, Jim, Robert, Steve, Belinda and Rachel. Tomorrow Trisha and Nicole were due to leave for their tour. Glancing up into Philip’s handsome face, Nicole almost wished they weren’t going. She didn’t want to leave him just yet. The two of them had stayed on the yacht for another hour or so, talking and kissing. Nobody had disturbed them, and it had been well after three in the morning before Philip finally left her at the door of her hotel room with another tender kiss. They had been engrossed in a special little world of their own. But the moment she’d woken, the rest of the world had made her aware of its existence as Trisha demanded to know where she and Philip had disappeared to the previous evening. “I’m not the only one who saw you head off together.
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