Adam decided not to go home and came to his hotel as he wanted to think and reflect. He strode into his private quarters and snapped the door closed behind him. Opening a set of glass doors he stepped out into the balcony.

The wind was blowing hard and ripped his night-dark hair around the line of his jaw. He tried to focus on the steady roar of the waves pounding the Cliff face beneath and the stream of damp, salty air, while he waited to calm his anger which had engulfed him because of Isabella.

It's been three days since he had last met her but she never even...