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on to it when things get crazy again.
    â€œWhat are you thinking?” Jake said. His voice was a bedtime whisper.
    â€œI don’t care who gave us this trip. I’m just glad that they did.”
    â€œMe too.” They kissed again. “Unless they want something in return,” Jake added.
    â€œWay to ruin it, Romeo.” Grace wanted to get back to heaven. She dove into the waves and swam.
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    Grace ran for the towels, but Jake beat her to them. “It’s still here,” he whispered, holding up her purse with a dripping wet hand.
    â€œPerfecto,” Grace said, taking the purse.
    â€œWill you remember to pick up some kind of fanny pack?” Jake said.
    Grace swatted him in the butt. “For this fanny?” she said.
    He reached around and grabbed her rear end. “I prefer this one.”
    â€œIn Europe ‘fanny’ means something entirely different,” Grace said.
    â€œWhat?” Jake said with a smile that suggested he already knew.
    â€œLet’s go back to the room, and I’ll show you,” Grace said. They picked up their towels, wrapped them around their waists, and slid on their sandals. When they reached the street, a couple was coming toward them, their arms full with beach things. Grace and Jake parted so they could go through. The young woman lost her footing and bumped into Grace.
    â€œSorry,” she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her hair was tucked into a large, floppy hat, and she wore huge sunglasses. But her body was beach ready and tan. Grace felt a tiny bit jealous. Was Jake checking her out? That would be normal. The man she was with was tall, with dark skin. And a lot of hair. Grace wanted to buy him a razor. Just another slight cultural difference.
    â€œNo problem,” Grace sang out. Grace continued on, but stopped a few feet later and turned around again. The woman had stopped too, and was watching Grace and Jake leave.
    Grace slipped her hand into Jake’s and whispered in his ear. “I think she likes you.”
    Jake squeezed her hand. “Or maybe she likes you,” he said in a tone that suggested it wouldn’t bother him in the least.
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    Carrie Ann couldn’t believe someone could actually stomp through the sand, but when she announced she wasn’t staying after all, Rafael sure managed to pull it off.
    â€œThey’ll probably be back,” he said. “We should stay.”
    â€œThey won’t be back.”
    â€œBut we just got here.”
    â€œYou can stay.”
    â€œI wanted to lie next to you on the beach.”
    No, you just wanted everyone to see you lying next to me. “We wouldn’t have missed them if you hadn’t spent so much time shaving your back.”
    â€œI wasn’t shaving my back.”
    â€œI saw you.”
    â€œYou are spying on me?” Rafael grabbed her wrist, and when she whirled around, she saw a huge grin plastered on his face. Carrie Ann glared at him, and he dropped her wrist. He stumbled back, ran his hand through his thick hair. He had hair everywhere. Another reason Carrie Ann wasn’t attracted to him. “Why didn’t you just talk to her? Why bump into her and then say nothing?”
    â€œIt’s none of your business.” Carrie Ann picked up the pace. She wished Rafael would just go back to the beach. Why was he following her home?
    â€œIf it’s none of my business then why am I helping you?”
    You’re not helping me; you’re helping him. “I don’t know. Why are you?”
    Rafael grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Carrie Ann pulled away. “Maybe it is because you are so beautiful. And feisty. I like feisty.”
    â€œAnd maybe it’s because you are getting paid. To keep your eyes on me. Not your paws.”
    â€œI won’t tell if you won’t tell,” Rafael said.
    â€œOh, I’d tell all right. So don’t even think about it.”
    â€œHow do