o k a y , this wasn’t half bad. this villa , this bar , this view - all things basher kang could get used to . the very same pool he hadn’t yet used , but promised himself as a reward for making it through his first day , was a sight to behold . . . when he looked at himself in the reflection of the water . the bar , he had decided , made some of the best vodka cranberries he had ever tasted , and he was normally a complete snob when he was drinking . he hadn’t met . . . well , anyone yet, and the plane ride was lonely , so maybe it would be best for him to keep his head up and his eyes open . making friends was not the problem here. so here he was , clad in shorts that hardly met his knee , a shirt that buttoned to the middle of his chest , and a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose . even if it wasn’t appropriate attire , he was bar-ready . it wasn’t until he had gotten through his second gin and tonic before he pushed his sunglasses up his nose and looked over.“ are you going to stare at me all day ? ”









