Meet Me at Marmaris Castle by Carla Kovach

Author:Carla Kovach [Kovach, Carla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-17T05:00:00+00:00

Boats, bikinis and fishy goings on

Bikini looking good – check. Maxi dress feeling good – check. Hair tied up in loose bun – check. Factor thirty – check. Sun hat – I’d hate to get burned. Kindle – I don’t think I need it. I think I should be making an effort to get to know Jason a little better than I did last night. I placed my kindle on the dressing table. Thankfully, I’d made it through the night without puking which means the little bit of fish I ate was perfectly good fish. I hope Jason is well. I hope his tummy trouble was just nerves and not the fish, after all, food poisoning could render our holiday ruined. I dashed into the bathroom to check my make-up one last time. Waterproof make-up should stay on all day, right? Could it survive the sea? The cistern continued to drip. I'd complained last night but the chap just nodded. He didn’t even take a note. Note to myself, be sure to leave an online review when I get home. I don’t even think this place should be open to the public. I checked the time. It was eight-thirty, time to head off to the marina and seek Jason out. He’d better not stand me up.

I grabbed my bag and slammed the door as I left. I’ve found that slamming it forces it to catch the lock. The concierge was asleep at the desk when I passed. No doubt he’d been watching tripe on TV all night. As I left the hotel, the heat hit me. Sweat gathered around my hairline. I put my hat on and headed towards the seafront, walking past all the cafés and hotel frontages. My destination was in sight. Keep going along the promenade, past the ice-cream stall and past the statue of Ataturk. Boats were revving up, boat owners were calling tourists and offering scuba diving, pirate boat trips and fishing. I hope our boat isn’t a fishing boat. Yesterday’s encounter with fish was enough. I’m not sure what I think about the prospect of scuba diving either. I waited by a small trip boat. A simple wooden structure with a small upstairs.

“Annie,” a man called. I turned expecting to see Jason but it was only Gavin. He left his party behind and walked over to me. “Are you on a trip today?”

“Yes. I’m just waiting here for my friend,” I replied. Was Jason my friend? I think friend is a safe term at this stage in our relationship. In my fantasies, he’s been far more than a friend. Does stroking my leg in a restaurant and a past fling equal more? Gavin pulled out two bottles of water from his sports bag and passed me one. I accepted it and took a swig. “Thank you.”

“We’re on this boat. It leaves in ten minutes. Which one are you on?”

I looked up and down. Jason was nowhere to be seen. “I’m not sure. My friend booked the boat trip and I’m meant to be meeting him here.

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