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Jiminy Cricket! It was hotter than Hades in the shade. Kate didnât think Tobago was ever supposed to get this hot. Arching her neck, she held the water bottle sheâd been eking out for the last quarter of a mile to her skin and rolled it back and forth in the hope of teasing out the last condensation-filled cooling properties.
Honestly, how couples even â you know â coupled in this heat she had no idea. Not that she was here for coupling, which was probably why she was attracting attention and almost certainly what was making her job reviewing the luxury resortâs facilities so difficult.
Was there anywhere on earth more guaranteed to make you stick out like a sore thumb than at a couples-only resort when you werenât part of a couple?
If sheâd still been seeing Marco, she could have invited him along. But she wasnât. And besides, Marco would have hated it. He was more Rough Guide than Forbes list. Weirdly, all the time she was with him she would have sworn she was the same, enjoying reporting on some of the more out-of-the-way and definitely cheaper destinations for the holidaying masses. But now, despite the fact that she was a singleton in couple-land, she couldnât help remembering how sheâd used to subscribe to the notion that a little luxury in everyday life was no bad thing.
âAre we nearly there, yet?â her body whined at her brain as she walked back from the local markets. Sheâd had it in mind to write an article for a travel blog she freelanced for, but as the sun had beat down all sheâd been able to think about was that thing about frogs being slowly boiled alive.