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I was about to throw water on it when he stopped me and smothered the blaze with the metal lid, then shut off the burner.
He caught his breath and looked at me. “You okay?”
I coughed and fanned away the smoke. “I’m fine. Did you burn yourself?”
He glanced at the singed hair on his arm. “It’s fine. You never throw water on a grease fire, baby.”
I knew that, but I’d been in a panic and not thinking. “I just wanted to make you a nice breakfast.” All of my hard work was ruined.
He lifted the lid off the pan and plucked up a singed strip of bacon, biting into the black ash. “Delicious.”
“Liar. You don’t have to eat that.”
I tried to take it from him, but he dodged my hand. “I want to eat it. You made it for me.”
I rolled my eyes and carried the ruined food to the trash.
“Hey.” His arms closed around my shoulders. “Thank you for trying.”
While I appreciated his gratitude, I didn’t feel I deserved it. First the snorkeling and now this. We would have nothing but memories of calamities to take home with us if I kept trying to do nice things.
“I keep messing up our trip.”
“You haven’t messed anything up that can’t be fixed.” He turned me so I was facing him, and then he lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. “You’re the only person in the world who does this sort of thoughtful stuff for me, and it is thoughtful. That’s what counts. So when I say thank you I mean it, understand?”
I nodded.
“How about you get dressed and we go back to that café we passed yesterday? We’ll have a nice breakfast while I arrange to have someone come clean this up, and then we’ll spend the day wasting away on the beach. Then we’ll check on Elara.”
That sounded perfect. And because Hale planned it, it was. No hijinks or hiccups for the rest of the day.
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Things Get Hard
After three weeks of sunny seclusion, I was happy to return to a sense of society, even if it was still a far cry from our normal non-vacation life. The upscale clubs, gourmet restaurants, and designer boutiques of St. Barts brought a welcomed change from our long and lazy beach days.
I wasn’t complaining about the lazy days! I could loaf around forever. But Hale was getting antsy.
He was in his glory among all the glamour and sophistication of St. Barts, which allowed him to spoil me when we visited the many affluent boutiques. I didn’t need the gifts, but he loved surprising me.
“I just don’t understand,” I said after he dropped a small fortune on a bag. “Why does anyone need a purse that costs that much? There will be no money left to put in the damn thing.”
Hale just laughed. “You know some women appreciate such luxuries.”
“I do appreciate it. I just don’t get it.”
He kissed my head in that affectionate way that said he got a kick out of my logic.
