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and Jayme was thoroughly enjoying herself.
“We’re going to make a brief stop soon for anyone who might need to use the restrooms. This settlement is one of the largest on our island, the largest being the resort. The name the locals have given it is Apa. Don’t ask me what that means because I have no idea and no one will tell me, even after living here for the last eight years,” Adam announced. “Apa’s claim to fame is hats. Woven palm tree hats to be more precise. So if you forgot yours, I’m sure someone here will be happy to sell you one. Remember, don’t drink the water.” He coasted to a stop in front of an open bar.
Jayme waited until everyone else got out; she then took a bottle of water from the cooler and joined her companions.
“You should move forward, Ms. Haller, so you don’t miss any of my jokes,” Adam said to her.
“I can hear you fine, Adam,” she said, “and I must admit you are quite entertaining!” She gave him one of her brightest smiles and hooked her arm with his. “Now tell me,” she whispered, “what does Apa really mean?”
“I really don’t know.” He laughed heartily with a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t think anyone does.”
***
Adam had wound his way through the island’s maze of narrow roads, pointing out things of interest, including the new medical clinic by the shore and spectacular views at nearly every turn. Within an hour of their stop in Apa, he pulled up to the resort.
“Be sure to collect all your belongings. Anything left behind I get to keep!” he joked. “And don’t forget, if you need to go anywhere, I’m also your taxi driver.”
While everyone meandered back to their rooms, Jayme hung back.
“Adam, I truly had a delightful time today. I’m glad I took the tour. Is it acceptable to tip you?”
“Yes, it’s acceptable, however, I don’t want a gratuity from you,” he said. “Perhaps one of these evenings you will grant me the pleasure of a dance.” With that, he bowed deeply and left to gas up the surrey.
CHAPTER SIX
Daniel was worried that Jayme had cancelled yet another afternoon of diving, and finding her at the front desk, he pulled her aside.
“Ms. Haller, I’m concerned,” Daniel said. “Have I done something to offend you, or is there some reason you are displeased with the diving?”
“Oh, my goodness, no, Daniel. Everything is wonderful. What makes you think so?” she asked, concerned.
“Well, you’ve done only morning dives and have cancelled a couple of afternoons with me. I had to ask.”
She took his hand. “I did the island tour yesterday if you recall, and I booked a spa-day package for this afternoon. This is a long vacation for me; I need a break from the diving, that’s all. I’m really looking forward to a massage!” Jayme gave his hand a squeeze and then let go. “If there ever gets to be something I’m displeased with, Daniel, I will be sure to come to you about it, okay?”
“I’m embarrassed now that I even brought it up.” He raked his fingers through his still damp hair. “I’ve gotten used to having you on the dives, almost like an assistant,” he laughed. “Please, enjoy your afternoon. Our massage therapist is really good.” He turned to leave when Jayme caught his arm.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.
***
Jayme found the spa hut immediately from the concise directions given to her at the front desk. The building looked fairly new, yet was made to appear part of the landscape. She was pleased to hear the sound of soft music and not the sound of an air conditioner. She opened the door and stepped into the scent of almond oil and jasmine. The place radiated peace and tranquility, and Jayme immediately felt calmer. A young island woman stepped out from the back room.
“Good afternoon. You must be Ms. Haller,” she said. “My name is Andrea.”
“Yes I am. This is a lovely
“We’re going to make a brief stop soon for anyone who might need to use the restrooms. This settlement is one of the largest on our island, the largest being the resort. The name the locals have given it is Apa. Don’t ask me what that means because I have no idea and no one will tell me, even after living here for the last eight years,” Adam announced. “Apa’s claim to fame is hats. Woven palm tree hats to be more precise. So if you forgot yours, I’m sure someone here will be happy to sell you one. Remember, don’t drink the water.” He coasted to a stop in front of an open bar.
Jayme waited until everyone else got out; she then took a bottle of water from the cooler and joined her companions.
“You should move forward, Ms. Haller, so you don’t miss any of my jokes,” Adam said to her.
“I can hear you fine, Adam,” she said, “and I must admit you are quite entertaining!” She gave him one of her brightest smiles and hooked her arm with his. “Now tell me,” she whispered, “what does Apa really mean?”
“I really don’t know.” He laughed heartily with a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t think anyone does.”
***
Adam had wound his way through the island’s maze of narrow roads, pointing out things of interest, including the new medical clinic by the shore and spectacular views at nearly every turn. Within an hour of their stop in Apa, he pulled up to the resort.
“Be sure to collect all your belongings. Anything left behind I get to keep!” he joked. “And don’t forget, if you need to go anywhere, I’m also your taxi driver.”
While everyone meandered back to their rooms, Jayme hung back.
“Adam, I truly had a delightful time today. I’m glad I took the tour. Is it acceptable to tip you?”
“Yes, it’s acceptable, however, I don’t want a gratuity from you,” he said. “Perhaps one of these evenings you will grant me the pleasure of a dance.” With that, he bowed deeply and left to gas up the surrey.
CHAPTER SIX
Daniel was worried that Jayme had cancelled yet another afternoon of diving, and finding her at the front desk, he pulled her aside.
“Ms. Haller, I’m concerned,” Daniel said. “Have I done something to offend you, or is there some reason you are displeased with the diving?”
“Oh, my goodness, no, Daniel. Everything is wonderful. What makes you think so?” she asked, concerned.
“Well, you’ve done only morning dives and have cancelled a couple of afternoons with me. I had to ask.”
She took his hand. “I did the island tour yesterday if you recall, and I booked a spa-day package for this afternoon. This is a long vacation for me; I need a break from the diving, that’s all. I’m really looking forward to a massage!” Jayme gave his hand a squeeze and then let go. “If there ever gets to be something I’m displeased with, Daniel, I will be sure to come to you about it, okay?”
“I’m embarrassed now that I even brought it up.” He raked his fingers through his still damp hair. “I’ve gotten used to having you on the dives, almost like an assistant,” he laughed. “Please, enjoy your afternoon. Our massage therapist is really good.” He turned to leave when Jayme caught his arm.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.
***
Jayme found the spa hut immediately from the concise directions given to her at the front desk. The building looked fairly new, yet was made to appear part of the landscape. She was pleased to hear the sound of soft music and not the sound of an air conditioner. She opened the door and stepped into the scent of almond oil and jasmine. The place radiated peace and tranquility, and Jayme immediately felt calmer. A young island woman stepped out from the back room.
“Good afternoon. You must be Ms. Haller,” she said. “My name is Andrea.”
“Yes I am. This is a lovely
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