Mattana gets a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she refuses to act on it, even to analyze it. The only other person in Phuket who knows that she is a reporter is Mr. Chane Cross. But the world isn’t that round right? He’s such a nice guy too, he couldn’t possibly be the same perpetrator, right? “What’s the matter?” KhetTawan notices her creased brows. “Nothing..” she says, “it’s strange though, if your friend sent those photos to me, why would he ambush me?” “He must know that you and I have feelings for each other,” KhetTawan says with a shrug. As he turns away, he doesn’t notice the look on Mattana’s face: eyes wide open, a little surprised. She thinks…