Picture Perfect (The Wilsons) Read Free Page B

that he really was deleting them, and he caught a whiff of her jasminey-citrusy scent again. Who was she?
    "I'm Adam, by the way," he offered as he continued deleting the photos.
    "And you obviously know who I am," she responded snidely, as he deleted the last one. "Thanks for that."
    She sounded dubious, as if he hadn't really deleted the photos.
    "What now?" he asked, slightly exasperated.
    "Nothing," she said, shaking her head, and walking away, "Just stay away from me, ok?"
    "Sure thing." A note of doubt had crept into his voice.
    They looked at each other warily, and then she walked away. He tried not to stare after her, but he did notice that she went into the car park and climbed into a jeep and drove away.
    Well, that was that. It was a strange, puzzling encounter, but this was St Martin's, the hangout of the rich and pretentious. What else had he expected?
    ***
    The first day of his holiday had gotten off to a strange start. What was it with beautiful women, were they getting crazier with each passing year? Adam shook his head and decided to forget about that encounter - he busied himself by asking a friendly-looking family of four to keep an eye on his camera and went for a vigorous swim.
    Was there a gym at this tiny hotel? He might hit it up later. His leg hurt as powered through the water, trying to rely mainly on his arms and his one good leg. But the exercise was probably useful - the sooner his leg healed, the sooner he'd be out on the field.
    A while later, when his leg began to hurt quite badly, he made his way back to the shore, toweled off, and lay on the warm sand to give his muscles the chance to recover. The sun had gotten pretty high, so he headed over to one of the open beach-side cafes and ordered a plate of fish and chips. It was fast food, beach-style, and hit the spot. Maybe tonight he'd visit a bar or two and find someone who was beautiful and not crazy, he thought, trying to forget Crazy Girl and her beautiful hazel eyes.
    The hotel was a short car ride from The Rocks, and after Adam parked his cheap rental car and wandered into the lobby, he wanted to pinch himself.
    What was Crazy Girl doing here?
    And from the looks of it, she didn't seem pleased to see him this time, either. He groaned inside as she walked towards him with pursed lips.
    Her eyes were icy. "What're you doing here?"
    "I could ask you the same thing," he replied lightly.
    The brown eyes narrowed. "No, you couldn't. Since you already knew I was staying here."
    She said it in a pointed, matter-of-fact way, and Adam sighed and rolled his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Really. I'm staying here. I'm a guest at this hotel."
    He was tired, the swim had been exhausting, and he realized they were both walking towards the elevator.
    "You're wasting your time."
    The elevator doors closed behind them, and suddenly Adam realized they were trapped together in a tiny space. She was looking up at him now, standing surprisingly close. "You won't get any interesting photos of me again, so you might as well stop wasting your time."
    What was she talking about? He had no idea, but as the elevator moved up , her feminine scent wafted towards him and he imagined the lights going out, getting stuck in this tiny space with her, maybe pulling her close and … Snap out of it .
    He blinked, hoping his desire hadn't been apparent and tried to say something intelligent. "I'm confused," he managed to say, "Who are you, why d'you think I want your photos?"
    The doors opened and she made an exasperated noise. "I'm Lea Wilson," she said, "As if you didn't know that already."
    He stepped out and watched her walk gracefully down the corridor towards her room. She really did have a nice ass… Just before she turned to her door, she glanced back at him and Adam tried not to look guilty as he quickly turned around and walked in the opposite direction towards his room.
    Lea Wilson .
    As soon as he'd taken a shower, he looked her up online, and