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Authors: Nina Strych
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something.”
“Nah, his real name is Mike. Nice and normal.”
“Even worse,” Marion said.
“Yeah,” Amy agreed again.
Eleven
The dawn broke directly into his room and there was simply no way to sleep through it. Not that he wanted to. The sound of the wind through the palms and the chatter of the birds were too beautiful to miss. Mike had always liked the ocean, and growing up on the vast plains of central California’s food basket meant he was close to it.
But the cool waters off California were nothing like this. This was something special and Mike understood why people paid so much to come to an island like this one. It was the least developed, most of the land actually protected. There was less nightlife according to the brochures, but more natural beauty.
And one natural beauty in particular.
Amy hadn’t said anything about when they would meet up when he left her at her cottage door last night and he hadn’t thought to ask. His head had been buzzing with the wine at dinner and his need to kiss her. He’d finally had to put his hands behind his back, fingers locked together. It was the only way he could stop himself from brushing one of those enticing curls away from her shoulder and slipping down the spaghetti strap on her sun dress.
He sighed loudly into the quiet room and a bird outside made a particularly raucous call as if responding. “Yeah, exactly,” he muttered to the unseen bird.
Hopping up and out of bed, he showered and dressed quickly. He’d mentioned a nature trail that she seemed very interested in, so he’d see if that was to her liking today. If so, then they should get started early. The sun wasn’t playing around here in the tropics and her skin was pale.
Pale and creamy and…
He shook his head and tossed his room until he found his sunglasses. Making his way to the pavilion where a breakfast was supposed to be set up, he tried to avoid the gazes of the few who were up and about. At the concierge desk, he asked about more boat charters and got a handful of pamphlets, plus a smiled assurance that she would be pleased to arrange that for him.
“And my girlfriend,” he said, eyeing her.
The concierge kept the smile on her face, but there was less wattage in it. “Of course.”
Mike could smell the pavilion before he saw it. The scents of sausage and bacon permeated the wide hall before he even stepped through the doors. When he stepped onto the big veranda, his attention was drawn immediately by the sight of a post-dawn beach. It was splendid. The low angle of the sun turned the water into a jumble of bright reflections and the lifting day sent a soft breeze over the terrace.
“Wow,” he whispered.
From somewhere nearby and below him, he heard a soft, “Indeed.”
He turned to see an older woman he thought he recognized. When she held up her coffee cup, he did recognize her. This was the woman who had looked at him with a buyer’s gaze when he met Amy for lunch that first day, only this time she wasn’t sipping wine, but coffee.
He nodded at her politely and said, “Beautiful morning.”
She gave him a sly smile and said, “More so now.”
It rankled him to hear that tone. He didn’t know her, but he knew her type. They bought guys like him on a regular basis and made sure they understood they were returnable purchases. But each one was another payment, another portion of land bill he could strike off his debt, so he put up with it.
But not now, not today. “Excuse me. My girlfriend is hungry.”
She almost laughed, almost but not quite. Mike kept his eyes forward and his chin up and didn’t look back. At the service podium, he asked the young man if he could get meals to go so that he and Amy could eat in their room. Finding a couple of containers, the young man suggested room service might be more to their liking. Mike just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, this way I can see what we’re getting and load up without anyone knowing how much I
“Nah, his real name is Mike. Nice and normal.”
“Even worse,” Marion said.
“Yeah,” Amy agreed again.
Eleven
The dawn broke directly into his room and there was simply no way to sleep through it. Not that he wanted to. The sound of the wind through the palms and the chatter of the birds were too beautiful to miss. Mike had always liked the ocean, and growing up on the vast plains of central California’s food basket meant he was close to it.
But the cool waters off California were nothing like this. This was something special and Mike understood why people paid so much to come to an island like this one. It was the least developed, most of the land actually protected. There was less nightlife according to the brochures, but more natural beauty.
And one natural beauty in particular.
Amy hadn’t said anything about when they would meet up when he left her at her cottage door last night and he hadn’t thought to ask. His head had been buzzing with the wine at dinner and his need to kiss her. He’d finally had to put his hands behind his back, fingers locked together. It was the only way he could stop himself from brushing one of those enticing curls away from her shoulder and slipping down the spaghetti strap on her sun dress.
He sighed loudly into the quiet room and a bird outside made a particularly raucous call as if responding. “Yeah, exactly,” he muttered to the unseen bird.
Hopping up and out of bed, he showered and dressed quickly. He’d mentioned a nature trail that she seemed very interested in, so he’d see if that was to her liking today. If so, then they should get started early. The sun wasn’t playing around here in the tropics and her skin was pale.
Pale and creamy and…
He shook his head and tossed his room until he found his sunglasses. Making his way to the pavilion where a breakfast was supposed to be set up, he tried to avoid the gazes of the few who were up and about. At the concierge desk, he asked about more boat charters and got a handful of pamphlets, plus a smiled assurance that she would be pleased to arrange that for him.
“And my girlfriend,” he said, eyeing her.
The concierge kept the smile on her face, but there was less wattage in it. “Of course.”
Mike could smell the pavilion before he saw it. The scents of sausage and bacon permeated the wide hall before he even stepped through the doors. When he stepped onto the big veranda, his attention was drawn immediately by the sight of a post-dawn beach. It was splendid. The low angle of the sun turned the water into a jumble of bright reflections and the lifting day sent a soft breeze over the terrace.
“Wow,” he whispered.
From somewhere nearby and below him, he heard a soft, “Indeed.”
He turned to see an older woman he thought he recognized. When she held up her coffee cup, he did recognize her. This was the woman who had looked at him with a buyer’s gaze when he met Amy for lunch that first day, only this time she wasn’t sipping wine, but coffee.
He nodded at her politely and said, “Beautiful morning.”
She gave him a sly smile and said, “More so now.”
It rankled him to hear that tone. He didn’t know her, but he knew her type. They bought guys like him on a regular basis and made sure they understood they were returnable purchases. But each one was another payment, another portion of land bill he could strike off his debt, so he put up with it.
But not now, not today. “Excuse me. My girlfriend is hungry.”
She almost laughed, almost but not quite. Mike kept his eyes forward and his chin up and didn’t look back. At the service podium, he asked the young man if he could get meals to go so that he and Amy could eat in their room. Finding a couple of containers, the young man suggested room service might be more to their liking. Mike just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, this way I can see what we’re getting and load up without anyone knowing how much I
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