Thursday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.
JENNIFER MADE THE TREK back toward the main building less than twenty minutes later. She'd taken the quickest shower known to man. There was nothing like stress sweat to make a person reek. Dressed in simple, cropped yoga pants and a long tank top, she felt more herself.
It was a stroke of luck this Bain guy had thought she was Milan twice now. Given how much he'd studied what she looked like, there was no way Jennifer would pass inspection if she and Milan were seen together. They were just lucky. For now.
The throbbing music from the patio reached her ears. The dinner buffet was no doubt in full swing. Milan had already informed Jennifer she was eating in her room with her two newer friends, so there wasn't any need to worry about her for now. That would come later, when everyone left the hostel.
They'd agreed earlier that plans to go out were a bad idea. Staying in until they'd handled the situation was best.