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warning in Jonathan ' s voice scared her.
Without a second thought, Rhianna spun on one heel and darted to the front door. Shoving her feet into her sandals, she stepped out into the humid night and slammed the door behind her. She pushed through the foliage and prayed she was going in the right direction―toward the beach and the dock. She ' d sleep there if she had to. She certainly wasn ' t spending another night in that house with such an insufferable man.
" How da re he insinuate I slept with my employer to get a vacation! " she fumed. " What the hell kind of― "
Her words were cut short by a sudden drop in the ground. Her shoes skidded over the grass as she went hurtling through the bushes, the cacophony of snapping br anches and crackling underbrush following behind her.
Finally, a tree blocked her path. She smacked into it and sucked in a startled breath. Relieved that her plunge down the hill had ended, she straightened her dress and took in the sight that the foliage had hidden.
She let out a soft gasp.
Chapter 9
Before her, the ground dipped then rose steeply, giving way to a massive slab of limestone carved out in the center by Mother Nature ' s gracious hand. Between sheer rock walls, the wandering trench of a narrow waterfall meandered downward about four yards and ended in an oblong pool of dark, mysterious water.
Rhianna had never seen any place so breathtaking.
She smiled. " Now this is what I call heaven. "
Closing her eyes, she inhaled slowly, deeply. The warm night air carried the sweet scent of allamanda and frangipani. The drumming of the falls slowed her pulse, and for a single moment she was lost in the heartbeat of the island.
Until a raspy, croaking sound interrupted the stillness.
Her eyes flared open. She searched for a sign that she wasn ' t alone, but she could see nothing, and the only sound she heard was that of the waterfall.
Overhead, a soft breeze disturbed the jungle-like canopy. The leaves parted, revealing a polished pearl of a moon, then hiding it again.
It was a beautiful night ―a perfect evening for romance under the stars.
But there was no chance of romance on this holiday.
Of that, she was sure.
Thinking of Jonathan, she wondered what had set him off. One minute he seemed quite friendly; the next he was snapping at her. It sho uldn ' t bother her, but it did.
She sighed.
This could be the longest six weeks of my life.
" But once you leave Lancelot ' s Landing, " she murmured, " you never have to speak to that arrogant Jonathan Tyler again. "
It was an unsettling notion.
She stood in the shadows of the tree line, which consisted mainly of coconut and casuarina trees. The latter had scattered thin, needle-like leaves on the ground.
Rhianna suddenly felt a deep yearning for JT to live long enough to see a sight as beautiful as the one she was experiencing.
" JT told me to relax, " she said, kicking off her shoes.
With a self-conscious look over her shoulder, she peeled off her sundress and hung it over a tree branch. Wearing only panties and bra, she made her way over the casuarina leaves and around a patch of mud.
She stepped into the water. There was no gradual deepening, like wading into the ocean. Instead, cool water came up to her knee and she nearly lost her balance before she placed her other foot in the pool. The floor sloped toward the center and she waded out until the water reached her stomach.
Giggling, she bounced on her toes. One, two, three!
Rhianna plunged beneath the surface and swam underwater until she reached the bubbles caused by the waterfall. When she surfaced, she licked her lips. The water had a faint chalky taste. She swam to the far edge of the pool and stretched out, her body resting on the sandy floor while her head rested against a smooth rock.
" Ah, " she said. " This is just what the doctor ordered. "
She didn ' t want t o leave. Ever. She realized something. Her discovery tonight might just save her sanity. If she
Without a second thought, Rhianna spun on one heel and darted to the front door. Shoving her feet into her sandals, she stepped out into the humid night and slammed the door behind her. She pushed through the foliage and prayed she was going in the right direction―toward the beach and the dock. She ' d sleep there if she had to. She certainly wasn ' t spending another night in that house with such an insufferable man.
" How da re he insinuate I slept with my employer to get a vacation! " she fumed. " What the hell kind of― "
Her words were cut short by a sudden drop in the ground. Her shoes skidded over the grass as she went hurtling through the bushes, the cacophony of snapping br anches and crackling underbrush following behind her.
Finally, a tree blocked her path. She smacked into it and sucked in a startled breath. Relieved that her plunge down the hill had ended, she straightened her dress and took in the sight that the foliage had hidden.
She let out a soft gasp.
Chapter 9
Before her, the ground dipped then rose steeply, giving way to a massive slab of limestone carved out in the center by Mother Nature ' s gracious hand. Between sheer rock walls, the wandering trench of a narrow waterfall meandered downward about four yards and ended in an oblong pool of dark, mysterious water.
Rhianna had never seen any place so breathtaking.
She smiled. " Now this is what I call heaven. "
Closing her eyes, she inhaled slowly, deeply. The warm night air carried the sweet scent of allamanda and frangipani. The drumming of the falls slowed her pulse, and for a single moment she was lost in the heartbeat of the island.
Until a raspy, croaking sound interrupted the stillness.
Her eyes flared open. She searched for a sign that she wasn ' t alone, but she could see nothing, and the only sound she heard was that of the waterfall.
Overhead, a soft breeze disturbed the jungle-like canopy. The leaves parted, revealing a polished pearl of a moon, then hiding it again.
It was a beautiful night ―a perfect evening for romance under the stars.
But there was no chance of romance on this holiday.
Of that, she was sure.
Thinking of Jonathan, she wondered what had set him off. One minute he seemed quite friendly; the next he was snapping at her. It sho uldn ' t bother her, but it did.
She sighed.
This could be the longest six weeks of my life.
" But once you leave Lancelot ' s Landing, " she murmured, " you never have to speak to that arrogant Jonathan Tyler again. "
It was an unsettling notion.
She stood in the shadows of the tree line, which consisted mainly of coconut and casuarina trees. The latter had scattered thin, needle-like leaves on the ground.
Rhianna suddenly felt a deep yearning for JT to live long enough to see a sight as beautiful as the one she was experiencing.
" JT told me to relax, " she said, kicking off her shoes.
With a self-conscious look over her shoulder, she peeled off her sundress and hung it over a tree branch. Wearing only panties and bra, she made her way over the casuarina leaves and around a patch of mud.
She stepped into the water. There was no gradual deepening, like wading into the ocean. Instead, cool water came up to her knee and she nearly lost her balance before she placed her other foot in the pool. The floor sloped toward the center and she waded out until the water reached her stomach.
Giggling, she bounced on her toes. One, two, three!
Rhianna plunged beneath the surface and swam underwater until she reached the bubbles caused by the waterfall. When she surfaced, she licked her lips. The water had a faint chalky taste. She swam to the far edge of the pool and stretched out, her body resting on the sandy floor while her head rested against a smooth rock.
" Ah, " she said. " This is just what the doctor ordered. "
She didn ' t want t o leave. Ever. She realized something. Her discovery tonight might just save her sanity. If she
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