As usual she had scraped it back into a tight ponytail. ‘Because it’s a pain in the bum and keeps getting in my eyes.’ She took the seat opposite him and frowned down at the carved figures laid out in their respective starting positions. ‘You have such beautiful hair. It’s a shame you don’t let it free.’ The simple sincerity in his voice reached inside her and knocked off a fragment of the wall surrounding her heart. She almost heard it smash. Her hands shaking, she tightened her hair further. He smiled ruefully, pushing a piece of paper to her. ‘I’ve written out what all the pieces are and the moves they can make. Have a read of it while I make us some cocktails.’ ‘Already?’ She blinked and looked at her watch. ‘It’s not even eleven o’clock yet.’ ‘We’re on holiday,’ he said, as if that explained everything. ‘And this is what people do on holiday?’ ‘Rosa, a holiday is a time to relax—and let your hair down,’ he added with a smirk.
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