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down the stairs. It appeared that most of the guests had just rolled out of bed and run outside. It was almost one. I was going on twenty-four hours without sleep. I leaned against Mark's shoulder as we watched the fire trucks descend upon the scene.
"If I thought we'd have a chance, I'd try to talk you into getting in the back seat of the rental car with me," he whispered against my ear. "But I'm sure a tsunami or some other freak of nature would strike the second I got you naked."
I nodded in agreement. This was getting ridiculous.
"Maybe it'll be over soon," I said as yet another fire truck pulled up.
He shook his head. "Not a chance. We'll be lucky if we get back in tonight," he said, kicking at some rocks.
"Want to go for a walk on the beach?" I asked, slipping my hand into his.
He smiled. "Sure. That's something we haven't done together yet."
"Unfortunately, it does involve being clothed."
"We'll see," he replied, leading me towards the beach.
* * *
Mark's phone blared Patsy Kline's 'Crazy,' jolting me awake. I sat up and peered out at the ocean with one bleary eye. Sand was caked to the back of my legs, and I could feel it shifting around in my undies. Yuck.
I glanced over at Mark. He was already deep in conversation. "By nine?" he asked. "It'll take me two hours to get there if I leave now."
I caught his eye, and he gave me a quick smile. I'd been hoping for another shower and some morning naked time with him. Didn't look like that was on the agenda.
Our walk on the beach last night had quickly turned into a make-out session in the sand. However, I apparently fell asleep early on, and Mark had snuggled up beside me to catch a few hours of sleep.
It was a little before seven according to my phone. I had a text from Andre asking if I wanted to ride up to Aguadilla at eleven.
Mark hung up abruptly. "That was Charles," he said with a grimace. "He wants to meet at the Aguadilla airport this morning to make the exchange. I'll call Marcie so she can give a heads up to David. I also need to get the San Juan police to notify the authorities in Aguadilla, and I have to pick up the money Ed wired through San Juan National Bank on my way." He ran a hand though his hair distractedly. "I need to leave now. I'm sorry."
I rubbed my eye and promptly got sand in it. Trying to sleep on the beach was a lot like trying to have sex in a hot tub. Always sounds good at the time, but it never turns out well.
"No problem. I'll get a shower and hitch a ride with Carlos. They're leaving at eleven. Unless, of course, you'd like some help with Charles."
"Not a chance. I don't want you involved," Mark said adamantly.
"Geez, you didn't even think about."
"Nothing to think about," he replied, kissing me on the forehead. "I think I'll check out here and book us a place in Rincon. Maybe buy us a little well-deserved alone time." He helped me to my feet.
We spent the next couple of minutes dusting sand off of each other and giggling like teenagers. Without warning, he pulled me to him and gave me a kiss with The Works.
As I was gasping for breath, he said, "Promise me no plans tonight. Just you and me and a big bed."
I nodded.
"And no hickeys! I mean to check all your nooks and crannies," he teased.
"I'm looking forward to that." Boy was I ever!
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few more kisses and gropes, and Mark was gone.
The fire had been contained to several rooms near the kitchens, a clerk told me on my way back to the room. Everything appeared to be business as usual in the hotel, which allowed me to enjoy the sumptuous suite; I had planned a leisurely morning of showering, dressing, and packing. I ordered room service before hitting the shower. My phone rang as I was pulling my hair into a pony tail in front of the double marble vanity.
It was Carol, my boss at Greene's Staffing Services.
"Hi!" I said brightly.
"Hi yourself," she snipped.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Your vampire is driving me nuts!" she replied.
"If I thought we'd have a chance, I'd try to talk you into getting in the back seat of the rental car with me," he whispered against my ear. "But I'm sure a tsunami or some other freak of nature would strike the second I got you naked."
I nodded in agreement. This was getting ridiculous.
"Maybe it'll be over soon," I said as yet another fire truck pulled up.
He shook his head. "Not a chance. We'll be lucky if we get back in tonight," he said, kicking at some rocks.
"Want to go for a walk on the beach?" I asked, slipping my hand into his.
He smiled. "Sure. That's something we haven't done together yet."
"Unfortunately, it does involve being clothed."
"We'll see," he replied, leading me towards the beach.
* * *
Mark's phone blared Patsy Kline's 'Crazy,' jolting me awake. I sat up and peered out at the ocean with one bleary eye. Sand was caked to the back of my legs, and I could feel it shifting around in my undies. Yuck.
I glanced over at Mark. He was already deep in conversation. "By nine?" he asked. "It'll take me two hours to get there if I leave now."
I caught his eye, and he gave me a quick smile. I'd been hoping for another shower and some morning naked time with him. Didn't look like that was on the agenda.
Our walk on the beach last night had quickly turned into a make-out session in the sand. However, I apparently fell asleep early on, and Mark had snuggled up beside me to catch a few hours of sleep.
It was a little before seven according to my phone. I had a text from Andre asking if I wanted to ride up to Aguadilla at eleven.
Mark hung up abruptly. "That was Charles," he said with a grimace. "He wants to meet at the Aguadilla airport this morning to make the exchange. I'll call Marcie so she can give a heads up to David. I also need to get the San Juan police to notify the authorities in Aguadilla, and I have to pick up the money Ed wired through San Juan National Bank on my way." He ran a hand though his hair distractedly. "I need to leave now. I'm sorry."
I rubbed my eye and promptly got sand in it. Trying to sleep on the beach was a lot like trying to have sex in a hot tub. Always sounds good at the time, but it never turns out well.
"No problem. I'll get a shower and hitch a ride with Carlos. They're leaving at eleven. Unless, of course, you'd like some help with Charles."
"Not a chance. I don't want you involved," Mark said adamantly.
"Geez, you didn't even think about."
"Nothing to think about," he replied, kissing me on the forehead. "I think I'll check out here and book us a place in Rincon. Maybe buy us a little well-deserved alone time." He helped me to my feet.
We spent the next couple of minutes dusting sand off of each other and giggling like teenagers. Without warning, he pulled me to him and gave me a kiss with The Works.
As I was gasping for breath, he said, "Promise me no plans tonight. Just you and me and a big bed."
I nodded.
"And no hickeys! I mean to check all your nooks and crannies," he teased.
"I'm looking forward to that." Boy was I ever!
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few more kisses and gropes, and Mark was gone.
The fire had been contained to several rooms near the kitchens, a clerk told me on my way back to the room. Everything appeared to be business as usual in the hotel, which allowed me to enjoy the sumptuous suite; I had planned a leisurely morning of showering, dressing, and packing. I ordered room service before hitting the shower. My phone rang as I was pulling my hair into a pony tail in front of the double marble vanity.
It was Carol, my boss at Greene's Staffing Services.
"Hi!" I said brightly.
"Hi yourself," she snipped.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Your vampire is driving me nuts!" she replied.
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