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Authors: Cherry Adair
Tags: Fiction, General, Erótica, Romance, Islands, Contemporary, Fathers and daughters, Revenge, romantic suspense, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Missing Persons, Young Women, Marquesas Islands (French Polynesia)
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forever, she pushed aside her mental list until they were face-to-face.
She wasn't sure having a sexy stranger stranded here with her was going to make it any easier.
When she returned to Chicago she'd reshuffle her life a bit. It was getting a little staid. Even for her.
Until then, she had Paradise. Her father's Tudor mansion was nestled at the base of the inactive, she hoped, volcano. The white walls and black trim of the medieval architecture looked incongruous looming over the small, whitewashed houses and surrounded by tropical vegetation. Although a road wound up to it, there didn't appear to be any vehicles on the island besides a few golf cart-type thingies like the one Arnaud had driven to pick her up at the landing strip… Could that only have been three days ago?
The air was redolent with the heady scent of flowers—just breathing was intoxicating. Tally narrowly avoided a confrontation with two feuding chickens as she walked. The chickens cackled around her feet for a few moments before dashing off in the opposite direction.
"Hooo-eee!"
Tally glanced up to see the woman who ran the hotel bearing down on her with open arms. "Baby girl! Haere mai! You be alive!"
She found herself enveloped in Auntie's ample arms. The Tahitian woman smelled of white ginger and the minty hand lotion she favored. Though Tally had only met her three days ago, she was delighted to see that the other woman was hale and hearty.
Today, "Just-call-me-Auntie-baby-everybody-does" 's muumuu was bright blue with yellow plumeria on it. Deep ruffles flapped over her ample, coffee-colored bosom and bare feet. She had arms like a sumo wrestler and a heart as big as her beloved island.
Tally hugged her back, needing the human contact, then let go. It didn't pay to cling. It was a lesson she'd learned early and well. She gave Auntie a smile and blinked back the moisture in her eyes. " Eaha to oe hum? Are you all right? Did the storm damage anything here?"
The large woman tucked Tally's hand under her arm and started up the hill. The sun shone brilliantly, reflecting off the white walls of the buildings. "Everything A-okay. Big mess to clean up, but nothing too bad broken." Her wide, white grin exposed a gold tooth. "Not people, anyhows." She grabbed Tally again for another squeeze. "Everybody say you drownded, baby girl!"
"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated," Tally said. "Arnaud and Lu didn't make it. It was quite an adventure. Walk with me, and I'll tell you all about it." With a strategic bit of editing .
From her second-floor bedroom window, Tally had a magnificent view of the bay. French doors led to a long, narrow lanai that looked too rickety and fragile to bear the weight of anyone over six years old. Yet it was obvious someone carefully tended the pots of flowers and greenery scattered higgledy-piggledy between the rattan chairs and wobbly looking tables placed to catch the shade and any breeze.
The view was just as good from inside her room.
Tally ran her fingers through her salt-sticky hair and winced. She desperately wanted a shower, but the incredible view from the window was a siren's song. Directly below were Auntie's gardens, which surrounded the two-story building in a wild profusion of exotic colors and scents.
A shell path wound down the hill, flanked by shrubs, fern, and wild orchids. It divided, one branch headed to the marina, the other to the beach.
She'd done enough traveling as a kid to last her two life-times. As beautiful as Paradise might be, she much preferred home and hearth to foreign ports and exotic locales. Been there, done that. "Got the neurosis to prove it."
"Talking to yourself?"
Tally spun around. "I thought so. If I'd known I had an audience I would've been more amusing." Just looking at Michael Wright put a lilt in her heart.
"Door was open. I'm going to take a shower."
Now didn't that invoke lascivious thoughts. "Thanks for the update." She returned his smile. "I'll alert the
She wasn't sure having a sexy stranger stranded here with her was going to make it any easier.
When she returned to Chicago she'd reshuffle her life a bit. It was getting a little staid. Even for her.
Until then, she had Paradise. Her father's Tudor mansion was nestled at the base of the inactive, she hoped, volcano. The white walls and black trim of the medieval architecture looked incongruous looming over the small, whitewashed houses and surrounded by tropical vegetation. Although a road wound up to it, there didn't appear to be any vehicles on the island besides a few golf cart-type thingies like the one Arnaud had driven to pick her up at the landing strip… Could that only have been three days ago?
The air was redolent with the heady scent of flowers—just breathing was intoxicating. Tally narrowly avoided a confrontation with two feuding chickens as she walked. The chickens cackled around her feet for a few moments before dashing off in the opposite direction.
"Hooo-eee!"
Tally glanced up to see the woman who ran the hotel bearing down on her with open arms. "Baby girl! Haere mai! You be alive!"
She found herself enveloped in Auntie's ample arms. The Tahitian woman smelled of white ginger and the minty hand lotion she favored. Though Tally had only met her three days ago, she was delighted to see that the other woman was hale and hearty.
Today, "Just-call-me-Auntie-baby-everybody-does" 's muumuu was bright blue with yellow plumeria on it. Deep ruffles flapped over her ample, coffee-colored bosom and bare feet. She had arms like a sumo wrestler and a heart as big as her beloved island.
Tally hugged her back, needing the human contact, then let go. It didn't pay to cling. It was a lesson she'd learned early and well. She gave Auntie a smile and blinked back the moisture in her eyes. " Eaha to oe hum? Are you all right? Did the storm damage anything here?"
The large woman tucked Tally's hand under her arm and started up the hill. The sun shone brilliantly, reflecting off the white walls of the buildings. "Everything A-okay. Big mess to clean up, but nothing too bad broken." Her wide, white grin exposed a gold tooth. "Not people, anyhows." She grabbed Tally again for another squeeze. "Everybody say you drownded, baby girl!"
"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated," Tally said. "Arnaud and Lu didn't make it. It was quite an adventure. Walk with me, and I'll tell you all about it." With a strategic bit of editing .
From her second-floor bedroom window, Tally had a magnificent view of the bay. French doors led to a long, narrow lanai that looked too rickety and fragile to bear the weight of anyone over six years old. Yet it was obvious someone carefully tended the pots of flowers and greenery scattered higgledy-piggledy between the rattan chairs and wobbly looking tables placed to catch the shade and any breeze.
The view was just as good from inside her room.
Tally ran her fingers through her salt-sticky hair and winced. She desperately wanted a shower, but the incredible view from the window was a siren's song. Directly below were Auntie's gardens, which surrounded the two-story building in a wild profusion of exotic colors and scents.
A shell path wound down the hill, flanked by shrubs, fern, and wild orchids. It divided, one branch headed to the marina, the other to the beach.
She'd done enough traveling as a kid to last her two life-times. As beautiful as Paradise might be, she much preferred home and hearth to foreign ports and exotic locales. Been there, done that. "Got the neurosis to prove it."
"Talking to yourself?"
Tally spun around. "I thought so. If I'd known I had an audience I would've been more amusing." Just looking at Michael Wright put a lilt in her heart.
"Door was open. I'm going to take a shower."
Now didn't that invoke lascivious thoughts. "Thanks for the update." She returned his smile. "I'll alert the
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