She was wearing a bare shouldered day dress but with a matching patterned bolero, her book, wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses carefully beside her on the other chair. Better able to see her without the glare of yesterday’s sun Jordan decided she was very much younger than the casino professional and her hair a much more natural blonde. The dark-rimmed reading spectacles it seemed necessary for her to wear added rather than detracted from her attractiveness. It was going to be an interesting distraction trying to establish whether she was a genuinely natural blonde. He’d give himself today, maybe going over into tomorrow; if there hadn’t been sufficient progress by then he’d move on. Maybe, even, go back to one of the casinos to find the more approachable Ghilane.

Jordan waited until she finished whatever it was she was writing and was reading through it before rising to make his way out into the lobby, choosing a path to take him directly by her table. He did not look in her direction, nor was aware of her looking in his, and he was past before she said, ‘Excuse me!’

The satisfaction coursed through him. ‘I’m sorry?’

‘Your book. You’ve left your book.’

Jordan frowned, turning to where he had been sitting. ‘I have a call to make. I’m coming back.’

‘I’m sorry… I thought…’

The words were stumbled but she didn’t colour with embarrassment. Closer he saw that she was blue-eyed, so maybe she was genuinely blonde. ‘Thank you. Will you stand guard while I’m gone?’

‘I’m embarrassed.’ She still didn’t blush.

An East coast accent, the vowels hard, judged Jordan, expertly. ‘You’ve no reason to be.’

Jordan continued on before she could reply, building in the time for his absence by going up to his suite and remaining at the window for a few minutes, watching the beach filling up beneath its parasols. From the attention with which the sunbathers were creaming and oiling themselves Jordan guessed it was hotter out on the beach than it had been the previous day.