A drunken mistake, and a one-night stand. It was never supposed to be more than that.
Noah Fairweather doesn’t care what it looks like. Going on holiday with your parents is all rather civilised and normal, even for an almost forty-something British doctor.
Anyway, it’s a gorgeous beach resort, all-inclusive food, and the room is actually a villa with a private little terrace.
Deckchairs, sun, sea, sand and he’s already eyed up a bottle of nice Shiraz on the room service menu. What he hadn’t quite counted on was ending up being someone’s…ridiculous rebound shag.
Fair enough, but…now he’s got a bloke in his bed and his parents next door, and the guy… Crap. This wasn’t at all what this holiday was supposed to be about. There’s no future here, is there?
Can a simple hook-up, a million miles from home…ever become something real?
Nah. Life doesn’t work like that. Does it? We need to talk is a standalone novel.
