Chapter 6

• They chose it because it was the only one near a surf beach that had another house next door for Ben and Adrian. Having just run for an hour on the treadmill he is freshly showered and barefoot and wearing a loose pair of sweats and a white Bonds singlet. It’s March here. The first month of autumn, a cool briskness hangs in the air. Desperately trying to rein himself in from googling her and finding out her phone number he takes another sip of his liquor and enjoys the warmth as he swallows, temporarily closing his eyes.
• “This is a fucking disaster. I should have stayed in Melbourne,” he mutters to himself. The doorbell rings and assuming it’s Adrian, he saunters to the front door and opens it. A beautiful caramel blonde in a trench coat and white high heels stands before him, a sexy smile playing on her lips.
• “Can I help you?”