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me?”
“I’m sorry, Denise. My mind wandered, can you repeat that?”
“I just tried to check us all in, and it appears that the day’s flight off the island has been overbooked.” Denise pauses, as if afraid to say the next part. “It seems that we’re going to have to get two volunteers to stay behind until tomorrow.”
“But then they won’t make it home for Thanksgiving,” I answer, my eyes wandering over the happy faces of the crew.
“That’s the bad news,” Denise replies, clearing her throat. “I could try to get a hold of my mom, let her know I can’t make it.”
“No. I’ll stay. You go be with your family.”
Denise’s face fails to mask her surprise, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve placed her in this position before. “Are you sure?”
Regret blooms heavy in my heart for not taking the time to explore this beautiful island further. Or any other exotic onsite location I’ve ever been to, for that matter. Why have I been so preoccupied with saving money that I’ve ignored all this beauty that has constantly surrounded me? I make a mental note to never take advantage of this blessed life I’ve been giving again.
I nod my head. “I’m absolutely sure. I was just thinking how sad I was that I never got to check out Coral Bay. I should have joined you all when you went exploring every day. I was too busy working on my website and answering emails. I’d love to take the break and not have a schedule to worry about.”
A hint of a smile hovers in the corners of her cupid’s bow of a mouth. “It’s a beautiful island. We’ll still need one more volunteer. Should I ask around?”
“No need,” Devon’s voice surprises us, and I can’t help but wonder how long he’d been standing there. “I volunteer. I’ve been wanting to stay and take some real pictures.”
My heart races with the possibilities. Of being truly alone, here in this house, together. “I guess that’s settled then. Before you leave, do you mind double checking that we can stay another night?”
“Already done, the owner seemed more than happy to take another night's fee,” Denise is quick to answer.
“Well, let me go cart my suitcase back to my room, and I’ll drive you all to the airport.”
Devon follows behind me. “You don’t mind if I tag along, do you?”
A smile flutters across my lips as I grasp the handle of my suitcase. “I’d enjoy the company.”
“Let me do that for you,” Devon says, taking the suitcase from me.
“Thank you.”
With a nod, he turns and heads in the direction of the master suite. My eyes never stray from the strong lines of his back or his firm ass.
A fter dropping the eager crew off at the airport, wishing them all a Happy Thanksgiving, Devon and I drive into Coral Bay and park. We head into the heart of the town. My first impulse is to hit the tourist traps, but Devon has other plans. He keeps pulling me down back alleys to snap photos of stray animals, a faded sign, a pile of abandoned trash. We keep walking until we encounter local children riding donkeys, a few are herding goats along the road. Devon transforms before my eyes, gentleness itself while talking to the kids. Showing them his camera, explaining how it works, before finally asking for permission to take their pictures.
The children giggle and beam as Devon captures their adorable faces. He’s lost in the world of his craft, and I finally understand what he’s been trying to explain. I’m also lost in the beauty of the island as seen through the eyes of its youngest occupants. A few of the older girls gather around me, asking a million questions about my clothes and who designed them. Asking if I’m in the movies, because I’m so beautiful. I laugh with them and answer all of their questions to the best of my ability.
Way before I’m ready to leave, Devon extends a hand to pull me to my feet. “Are you in the mood for some food?”
I nod. I turn and bid the girls goodbye, delighted
“I’m sorry, Denise. My mind wandered, can you repeat that?”
“I just tried to check us all in, and it appears that the day’s flight off the island has been overbooked.” Denise pauses, as if afraid to say the next part. “It seems that we’re going to have to get two volunteers to stay behind until tomorrow.”
“But then they won’t make it home for Thanksgiving,” I answer, my eyes wandering over the happy faces of the crew.
“That’s the bad news,” Denise replies, clearing her throat. “I could try to get a hold of my mom, let her know I can’t make it.”
“No. I’ll stay. You go be with your family.”
Denise’s face fails to mask her surprise, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve placed her in this position before. “Are you sure?”
Regret blooms heavy in my heart for not taking the time to explore this beautiful island further. Or any other exotic onsite location I’ve ever been to, for that matter. Why have I been so preoccupied with saving money that I’ve ignored all this beauty that has constantly surrounded me? I make a mental note to never take advantage of this blessed life I’ve been giving again.
I nod my head. “I’m absolutely sure. I was just thinking how sad I was that I never got to check out Coral Bay. I should have joined you all when you went exploring every day. I was too busy working on my website and answering emails. I’d love to take the break and not have a schedule to worry about.”
A hint of a smile hovers in the corners of her cupid’s bow of a mouth. “It’s a beautiful island. We’ll still need one more volunteer. Should I ask around?”
“No need,” Devon’s voice surprises us, and I can’t help but wonder how long he’d been standing there. “I volunteer. I’ve been wanting to stay and take some real pictures.”
My heart races with the possibilities. Of being truly alone, here in this house, together. “I guess that’s settled then. Before you leave, do you mind double checking that we can stay another night?”
“Already done, the owner seemed more than happy to take another night's fee,” Denise is quick to answer.
“Well, let me go cart my suitcase back to my room, and I’ll drive you all to the airport.”
Devon follows behind me. “You don’t mind if I tag along, do you?”
A smile flutters across my lips as I grasp the handle of my suitcase. “I’d enjoy the company.”
“Let me do that for you,” Devon says, taking the suitcase from me.
“Thank you.”
With a nod, he turns and heads in the direction of the master suite. My eyes never stray from the strong lines of his back or his firm ass.
A fter dropping the eager crew off at the airport, wishing them all a Happy Thanksgiving, Devon and I drive into Coral Bay and park. We head into the heart of the town. My first impulse is to hit the tourist traps, but Devon has other plans. He keeps pulling me down back alleys to snap photos of stray animals, a faded sign, a pile of abandoned trash. We keep walking until we encounter local children riding donkeys, a few are herding goats along the road. Devon transforms before my eyes, gentleness itself while talking to the kids. Showing them his camera, explaining how it works, before finally asking for permission to take their pictures.
The children giggle and beam as Devon captures their adorable faces. He’s lost in the world of his craft, and I finally understand what he’s been trying to explain. I’m also lost in the beauty of the island as seen through the eyes of its youngest occupants. A few of the older girls gather around me, asking a million questions about my clothes and who designed them. Asking if I’m in the movies, because I’m so beautiful. I laugh with them and answer all of their questions to the best of my ability.
Way before I’m ready to leave, Devon extends a hand to pull me to my feet. “Are you in the mood for some food?”
I nod. I turn and bid the girls goodbye, delighted
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