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Heather said. “You’re smart, adorable, and totally charming, baby brother. No, Elena was getting herself a good deal between you as a husband and becoming a permanent part of the company.”
“Those are really great schools she attended. Babson and Harvard Business. I’m from Boston originally, and I know you don’t get better than that. I couldn’t help but hear she came from a poor childhood in Puerto Rico. She must have gotten good scholarships,” Sabrina said, marveling that she was actually getting information. She needed to find out as much as possible about Elena so this story would be over before it ever got out and hot.
“She did. She grew up in the Louis Llorens Torres caserio , the absolute worst project in Puerto Rico. When she was a teenager, Elena’s family died in an explosion set offby some drug lords after a deal with someone in her building went sour. The only reason she escaped was that she was staying with a classmate in another part of the caserio doing a school project. She said that if she hadn’t been orphaned in that fire, she never would have gotten the scholarship to a private girls’ academy, which ended up being her ticket to Babson and beyond,” Sean said, accepting his refilled glass back from Sabrina.
“Maybe we can establish a scholarship fund in her memory, dear,” Kate said softly.
“Of course we can. That would be a lovely tribute,” Jack said, in an obvious effort to comfort his grieving son.
Sean stood and rushed over to the French doors, which overlooked the tropical shade garden at the front of the house. He pulled open the glass doors, letting the fragrance from the jasmine and gardenia plants rush in.
“But I don’t want to start a scholarship fund. I want to be standing in this sunset at Villa Nirvana marrying Elena. I don’t want her to be dead. I don’t ever want to see another sunset without her,” Sean said, bending over in a wail that Sabrina felt in her chest.
Kate and Jack rushed to Sean, each taking one of his arms.
“Let me show you a room where Sean can lie down and get some rest,” Sabrina said, rising to lead them off to the bedroom closest to the great room. The sound of a sobbing man suffering a permanent sunset filled her ears and heart as the real sun sank below the horizon.
Chapter Thirteen
Henry cursed under his breath when he saw that he and Gavin had drawn a lime-green safari cab named “Mr. Terrific,” driven by the most obnoxious cab driver on island, which was quite a distinction given the tight competition. Cutthroat, aggressive, and rude, cab drivers seemed to learn their manners from tourists and then some.
“Good afternoon,” Henry greeted Mr. Terrific with the customary greeting on island. “Hi” and even “hello” were not considered proper. “Good morning,” “good afternoon,” “good day,” and “good evening” were what worked on St. John. Mr. Terrific didn’t bother to respond. Gavin skipped the greeting part all together.
Two miles later, Henry emerged from the back of the cab at Trade Wind Estates.
“Thank you,” Henry said, stepping down from the open-air seat.
“That will be fifteen dollars,” Mr. Terrific said.
“We already paid you in advance,” Henry started toward the gate to his condo community.
“That was for the island tour. This was a transport.” Mr. Terrific pointed his index finger at Henry.
“The island tour would have taken you two hours. All you did was drive us two miles for five minutes.” Henry looked over at Gavin, who had a smirk on his face. Henry couldn’t tell who Gavin was rooting for.
Then Mr. Terrific started with the f-bombs for which he was famous. The litany continued growing louder and louder even as Henry peeled money from his wallet before the neighbors came out and he got thrown out of his place by the condo association.
Mr. Terrific peeled out of the condo entrance while uttering a new string of expletives.
“Don’t you have somewhere
“Those are really great schools she attended. Babson and Harvard Business. I’m from Boston originally, and I know you don’t get better than that. I couldn’t help but hear she came from a poor childhood in Puerto Rico. She must have gotten good scholarships,” Sabrina said, marveling that she was actually getting information. She needed to find out as much as possible about Elena so this story would be over before it ever got out and hot.
“She did. She grew up in the Louis Llorens Torres caserio , the absolute worst project in Puerto Rico. When she was a teenager, Elena’s family died in an explosion set offby some drug lords after a deal with someone in her building went sour. The only reason she escaped was that she was staying with a classmate in another part of the caserio doing a school project. She said that if she hadn’t been orphaned in that fire, she never would have gotten the scholarship to a private girls’ academy, which ended up being her ticket to Babson and beyond,” Sean said, accepting his refilled glass back from Sabrina.
“Maybe we can establish a scholarship fund in her memory, dear,” Kate said softly.
“Of course we can. That would be a lovely tribute,” Jack said, in an obvious effort to comfort his grieving son.
Sean stood and rushed over to the French doors, which overlooked the tropical shade garden at the front of the house. He pulled open the glass doors, letting the fragrance from the jasmine and gardenia plants rush in.
“But I don’t want to start a scholarship fund. I want to be standing in this sunset at Villa Nirvana marrying Elena. I don’t want her to be dead. I don’t ever want to see another sunset without her,” Sean said, bending over in a wail that Sabrina felt in her chest.
Kate and Jack rushed to Sean, each taking one of his arms.
“Let me show you a room where Sean can lie down and get some rest,” Sabrina said, rising to lead them off to the bedroom closest to the great room. The sound of a sobbing man suffering a permanent sunset filled her ears and heart as the real sun sank below the horizon.
Chapter Thirteen
Henry cursed under his breath when he saw that he and Gavin had drawn a lime-green safari cab named “Mr. Terrific,” driven by the most obnoxious cab driver on island, which was quite a distinction given the tight competition. Cutthroat, aggressive, and rude, cab drivers seemed to learn their manners from tourists and then some.
“Good afternoon,” Henry greeted Mr. Terrific with the customary greeting on island. “Hi” and even “hello” were not considered proper. “Good morning,” “good afternoon,” “good day,” and “good evening” were what worked on St. John. Mr. Terrific didn’t bother to respond. Gavin skipped the greeting part all together.
Two miles later, Henry emerged from the back of the cab at Trade Wind Estates.
“Thank you,” Henry said, stepping down from the open-air seat.
“That will be fifteen dollars,” Mr. Terrific said.
“We already paid you in advance,” Henry started toward the gate to his condo community.
“That was for the island tour. This was a transport.” Mr. Terrific pointed his index finger at Henry.
“The island tour would have taken you two hours. All you did was drive us two miles for five minutes.” Henry looked over at Gavin, who had a smirk on his face. Henry couldn’t tell who Gavin was rooting for.
Then Mr. Terrific started with the f-bombs for which he was famous. The litany continued growing louder and louder even as Henry peeled money from his wallet before the neighbors came out and he got thrown out of his place by the condo association.
Mr. Terrific peeled out of the condo entrance while uttering a new string of expletives.
“Don’t you have somewhere
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