he getting fresh with you?"
"No. I told you, I ran into him. Bang. Who else is here at the resort? You said there were celebrities staying here."
"Well there are, Logan and him.” Sergio nodded toward Tom.
"But that's only two."
"How many do you want? Two is all you need to put the ‘s’ on celebrities."
"Out of all these people..."
"I'm sure there could be more, but they're on vacation, just like us, so let's let it drop."
"Let it drop? Now wait a minute, I wasn't the one who was all...” I opened my mouth and closed it, searching for the right words, “...all, I've got a secret. You started this."
"I just thought that you'd like to know that a famous mystery author was here. That's all. I'm sure you're a fan of his. I'm not like some groupie, clinging to the shirttails of some celebrity, like...” Sergio nodded back to Tom again.
"Why would Tom be hanging onto my...” Then the realization hit me. “Are you jealous?"
"Hey, Taylor,” a voice called from the left.
Sergio and I turned to see who was calling. Logan approached with a towel, a bottle of water, sunscreen, and a notebook. A white cap, like Gilligan's, was perched low on his head.
"Do you mind if I join you guys?” he asked.
"No, not at all.” A sinking feeling started to settle over me. I doubted that I was going to get to spend the week reading on the beach, after all. I wanted a vacation away from people, and here, I had my own little crowd of all the celebrities at Club Fred. So much for my reading and relaxing. At least I was blending in and getting to work on my tan.
Logan dropped his things on my chair. His eyes swept over me and went to Tom, who had just awoken from the commotion.
"You're... You're...” Logan said pointing at Tom, and stopped suddenly, “no, my mistake."
"I'm Tom,” he said, smiling as he sat up and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Logan. I'm a big fan of your series. I have your new book in my room."
"Really?” Logan's weathered face flushed.
"Yeah. I'll have to get it later and have you sign it for me."
"Really?” Logan asked. He rocked back and forth, uncertain what else to say.
"Really,” Tom said.
Logan smiled with pride as he walked off to find a lounger.
Wasn't it funny that Logan had recognized Tom? And Tom had recognized Logan?
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Chapter 13—Plans and Agendas
Logan had finally found a lounger and was busy writing in his spiral-bound notebook. My curiosity was piqued, but I resisted. My exhaustion, added to the wonderful effects of sun, surf, and heat, washed over my whole body. My eyes grew as heavy as the Ian Rankin book in my hand.
I inserted my bookmark, closed the book, and placed it back into the tote bag. I closed my eyes and settled back. Sleep welcomed me.
Blasts of a horn Gabriel himself must have blown jolted me to an upright position. Calypso music blared out of the cabana and radiated across the beach.
"What the hell?” I asked.
Mike's voice echoed through the speakers, barely drowning out the music's backbeat. “Greetings, everyone! And welcome to Club Fred! I'm Mike, and I want to welcome you all to a week of fun and excitement."
"I can vouch for that,” I mumbled to myself.
"Check out these two guys over here. The guy with the long brown hair is John, and the bald bodybuilder's name is Gary. And we're your Club Fred crew. If you have any problems throughout your stay, we'll be at the Club Fred table, right next to the pool. We'll have the answers to any questions you may have, along with daily schedules of the planned events and entertainment."
The horns blew again, and the song started over.
"Right on cue. This is the song to listen for. It'll signal the start of a new event. So when you hear it, you'll know fun is close behind. Now, everyone should gather around and get the basic information you'll need. Find out how this resort works, and what you can expect in the upcoming week."
"What?” Sergio demanded. “We have to
"No. I told you, I ran into him. Bang. Who else is here at the resort? You said there were celebrities staying here."
"Well there are, Logan and him.” Sergio nodded toward Tom.
"But that's only two."
"How many do you want? Two is all you need to put the ‘s’ on celebrities."
"Out of all these people..."
"I'm sure there could be more, but they're on vacation, just like us, so let's let it drop."
"Let it drop? Now wait a minute, I wasn't the one who was all...” I opened my mouth and closed it, searching for the right words, “...all, I've got a secret. You started this."
"I just thought that you'd like to know that a famous mystery author was here. That's all. I'm sure you're a fan of his. I'm not like some groupie, clinging to the shirttails of some celebrity, like...” Sergio nodded back to Tom again.
"Why would Tom be hanging onto my...” Then the realization hit me. “Are you jealous?"
"Hey, Taylor,” a voice called from the left.
Sergio and I turned to see who was calling. Logan approached with a towel, a bottle of water, sunscreen, and a notebook. A white cap, like Gilligan's, was perched low on his head.
"Do you mind if I join you guys?” he asked.
"No, not at all.” A sinking feeling started to settle over me. I doubted that I was going to get to spend the week reading on the beach, after all. I wanted a vacation away from people, and here, I had my own little crowd of all the celebrities at Club Fred. So much for my reading and relaxing. At least I was blending in and getting to work on my tan.
Logan dropped his things on my chair. His eyes swept over me and went to Tom, who had just awoken from the commotion.
"You're... You're...” Logan said pointing at Tom, and stopped suddenly, “no, my mistake."
"I'm Tom,” he said, smiling as he sat up and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Logan. I'm a big fan of your series. I have your new book in my room."
"Really?” Logan's weathered face flushed.
"Yeah. I'll have to get it later and have you sign it for me."
"Really?” Logan asked. He rocked back and forth, uncertain what else to say.
"Really,” Tom said.
Logan smiled with pride as he walked off to find a lounger.
Wasn't it funny that Logan had recognized Tom? And Tom had recognized Logan?
* * * *
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter 13—Plans and Agendas
Logan had finally found a lounger and was busy writing in his spiral-bound notebook. My curiosity was piqued, but I resisted. My exhaustion, added to the wonderful effects of sun, surf, and heat, washed over my whole body. My eyes grew as heavy as the Ian Rankin book in my hand.
I inserted my bookmark, closed the book, and placed it back into the tote bag. I closed my eyes and settled back. Sleep welcomed me.
Blasts of a horn Gabriel himself must have blown jolted me to an upright position. Calypso music blared out of the cabana and radiated across the beach.
"What the hell?” I asked.
Mike's voice echoed through the speakers, barely drowning out the music's backbeat. “Greetings, everyone! And welcome to Club Fred! I'm Mike, and I want to welcome you all to a week of fun and excitement."
"I can vouch for that,” I mumbled to myself.
"Check out these two guys over here. The guy with the long brown hair is John, and the bald bodybuilder's name is Gary. And we're your Club Fred crew. If you have any problems throughout your stay, we'll be at the Club Fred table, right next to the pool. We'll have the answers to any questions you may have, along with daily schedules of the planned events and entertainment."
The horns blew again, and the song started over.
"Right on cue. This is the song to listen for. It'll signal the start of a new event. So when you hear it, you'll know fun is close behind. Now, everyone should gather around and get the basic information you'll need. Find out how this resort works, and what you can expect in the upcoming week."
"What?” Sergio demanded. “We have to
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