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“Come with me,” Blane said, taking her hand. He led her past the television, which opened into another room with a long dining table with chairs that could seat eight. The table was set with place settings and Anne briefly wondered how they were kept in place. But before she thought to ask, Blane had led her through another doorway that had an actual door. A large queen size bed greeted her, feathery pillows piled high and complete with a cream-colored down comforter. Large square windows lined the walls, providing a view on each side.
“This is amazing,” she breathed.
“You can lie down once we’re in the air,” Blane said. “Let’s go have a seat. Are you hungry?”
Anne decided that yes, she was hungry. They’d been so busy with the guests that she’d barely touched her dinner.
They sat on one of the couches. Anne kicked off her shoes and curled her legs underneath her. Blane spoke to one of the flight attendants and Anne was soon snacking on a gourmet panini with prosciutto, roasted red pepper, fresh mozzarella, basil, arugula, and pesto. The crunchy bread was divine and Anne practically inhaled it as the plane took off into the night.
Blane followed her into the bedroom where Anne discarded her jacket and did the Magic Bra Removal through the arm hole of her sleeveless blouse.
“I can help with that,” Blane murmured, his hands roaming over her chest. Anne sucked in a breath. One of his hands moved to insert itself between her thighs, rubbing the sensitive flesh through the linen of her slacks.
Anne grabbed his wrist. “No way. Not with people around.” She wasn’t the quietest lover and had no desire to see knowing smiles when they exited the room. “You’ll just have to wait.”
Blane groaned in frustration, but acquiesced and took a step back. “Fine. But get your rest because you won’t get much over the next few days.” He winked and left the room, quietly closing the door. Anne gratefully collapsed onto the bed, pulled a blanket over herself, and was out within minutes.
* * *
“Wakey, wakey.”
Anne blinked groggily. Blane was sitting next to her on the edge of the bed.
“What time is it?” she asked through an enormous yawn.
“Around two-thirtyish,” he answered. Anne groaned. “But we’re almost there.”
Anne sat up. “Okay. I’m up.” Despite her exhaustion, the curiosity of where they were had her slipping on her shoes. She picked up her jacket, but Blane stopped her.
“You won’t need that.”
By the time they reached the front of the plane, the flight attendants had the door open and the stairs had been wheeled into place. Anne stepped out.
Warm air washed over her face and she breathed in the scent of the sea. She turned to Blane.
“Where?”
He smiled. “A little island in Turks and Caicos.”
“A little island?”
“Yes. I have a house here. Don’t get to come very often, but I refuse to let go of it.” He paused. “I hope you like it.”
Anne stretched up and kissed him. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”
There was a jeep and driver waiting for them, another was loaded with their luggage. They drove a winding dirt road that led steadily upward.
Anne felt better after her nap and the excitement she felt at discovering this hideaway of Blane’s further kept exhaustion at bay.
It took about twenty minutes, but finally they reached an even smaller dirt path that led to a two-story bungalow situated at the very top of the island. Anne climbed out, gazing in awe at the house.
There were floodlights outside that sent discreet lighting to accent the house. Trellises covered with climbing roses were abundant. A covered, wraparound porch offered places to sit and view the ocean below. She was sure that in the daytime, the view would be spectacular.
The two drivers carried their luggage inside and Blane tipped them before they left. He took Anne by the hand and they went inside.
“Jenny should’ve prepped the place for us,” he said. “She takes care of the place for me. Does the cleaning and gardening. Shops for food when I’m going to show up, even on short notice. Been with me for years. You’ll like her.”
Jenny had indeed prepped the place. Candles were lit and doors and windows were open to the ocean breeze. Soft lamps spread their glow and, when they entered what must be the master bedroom, the bed had been turned down. It was a huge king-size Caribbean style bed with filmy white mosquito netting along the sides.
