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The flight crew makes themselves scarce and I begin to wonder if we even have a pilot before we hear the chimes of the seatbelt signs and listen to the captain as we taxi out onto the runway before finally lifting off.
Once we’re airborne, it’s clear being such a short flight there’s not a lot else going to happen.
The plane is first class, a private jet leased by the hospital and certain staff on an as-required basis.
I’m figuring with the late change in my schedule and maybe because the hospital is actually paying for it, we get the no-frills budget version of first-class travel but I don’t mind.
“It’s only a couple of hours,” Evelyn says, resting her head against my shoulder and showing off her newfound knowledge about Bermuda.
A place I have to admit I’ve only been to once, years ago for a medical conference.
From memory, first-class usually involves a bunch of alcohol and food I’m never interested in any way, but a sandwich would be nice.
“We can have a late lunch, early dinner once we get there,” I suggest. Knowing full well there’s really only one thing on both our minds, even though my stomach groans with hunger and I’m sure Evelyn’s does too at some point.
Even though we’re both hungry for something far more important than food right now.
It’s easy enough to be distracted from both time and hunger talking to her. Really talking to her.
It feels like we’ve known each other forever anyway, with so much in common and even more differences, which I’ve read is key in lasting relationships.
How boring would it be if you agreed with everything your partner said every time they opened their mouths?
I’m fascinated by Evelyn’s opinions, understanding, and feelings on a range of topics.
The least of which is medicine.
She knows plenty from her own studies so far, but we both agree it’s not something anyone can master in one lifetime.
“You’ve done alright,” she observes challenging me.
“Only just recently,” I remind her, squeezing her hand.
“Working fifteen hour days seven days a week for twenty years isn’t success or even very smart,” I hear myself reflecting.
“Then what is it, don’t all those lives you’ve saved and changed make a difference too?” she asks, her brow creasing.
“They do, but yours is the only one that matters here, in my own heart,” I tell her truthfully.
We sit in silence for the rest of the way and before we know it, there’s a car waiting to take us to the house on the private beach, which isn’t longer than a half-hour drive from the airport.
The roads snake and wind around the sun-bleached coast, bathed in pink in some places.
Sometimes from the fading light and sometimes from the coral-rich sand that surrounds the main island.
Evelyn has the window down, almost hanging out it as she takes in the views.
I have my eye on her rear end most of the time, feeling a familiar ache between my legs I know won’t be satisfied until I’m deep inside her.
But seeing her expression as she turns to tell me how amazing it all looks, to see the life and color in her cheeks.
That’s what counts most.
Seeing her happy.
“It’s just beautiful, Mark,” she says with excitement, turning to face me before my eyes move back down over her curves.
The outfit she put on before leaving the store showing me everything I know I’ve been longing for.
“It certainly is,” I echo back to her with a smile.
“Just beautiful.”
Chapter Seventeen
Evelyn
The sea air has definitely cleared my head, and the thought of nothing but Mark and me alone for two whole days feels like a dream come true still.
Even once we finally pull up to a huge gated driveway that opens on its own and I can see a row of people standing by the main entrance to the huge colonial style house which has been modernized with gleaming steel and glass with an immaculate garden out front with a huge white fountain.
For the first time since we’ve set out, Mark seems annoyed.
His low growl lets me know for sure, double so when he orders the driver to wait once we step out.
A stunning looking woman steps forward, introducing herself as the hostess, and welcomes Mark.
“Welcome, Dr. Love. To Sanctuary Cove. A place of rest and recreation, all your needs attended to, my name is Lara,” she adds. The other staff, mainly local islanders by the looks all give a solemn bow of welcome.
Lara looks like a corporate installation and her large hazel eyes dart to me and scan my body from head to toe. One brow lifting, almost in disbelief.
“You’ve brought your daughter with you? How wonderful,” she adds with a note of sympathy. Telling me straight away they have a special entertainment room for guest’s children as well as patients with special needs.
