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“Oh.” Tina grinned. “Hi, Karrington. It’s nice to see you again.”

He lowered himself and gave her a warm smile. “Hello, Tina. You as well.”

“You have plans for my girl?”

“I do. We’re leaving today for our honeymoon.”

“Ooh, sounds fun. Well, I’ll let you go, Lala. Call me when you get back and tell me all about it.”

“Okay, bye!” After disconnecting the call, I turned to face Karrington. He looked handsome as always in slacks and a form fitting tee. The loafers and belt he had on were the same color, and I appreciated his casual style. “Hi. Honeymoon?”

“Yeah. I could tell you were disappointed by us not having one. For the next four days, we’ll be in Turks and Caicos.”

A squeal escaped me as I stood and hugged him. That was my dream honeymoon island. I’d intentionally not gone because I wanted to go for my honeymoon.

“Yay! I’m excited.”

Karrington chuckled as he hugged me back. “Pack so we can go. We have a lot to do in a small amount of time.”

“Yes, sir.”

I scurried out of the room, making him laugh again. I didn’t care if it was at my expense. Not only did I like the sound of his laugh, but I was looking forward to spending some time with him. The past week had felt lonely. It didn’t have to because I could have easily spent time with family and friends, but I could admit I wanted to spend time with him.

The Flight

I was shy and guarded,but Karrington had me beat. I had to make him talk. The flight was going to be far too long to do it insilence. Karrington wasn’t the kind of man that gave access to his heart and mind easily. I was determined to bully my way inside and take up residence in both. On his private jet, we talked about our backgrounds. We were ten years apart, which I liked. He was mature and calm for a thirty five year old, but I saw glimpses of his playful side. We both had the same upbringing because our homes had the lifestyle centered. We both had a close knit friend group but also had people we clung to a bit closer because of the lifestyle.

For me, it was Carma and Tina. For him, it was Loki and Beethoven.

We talked about our travels, hobbies, and interests. Of course music and instruments were at the top of my list along with reading, shopping, binging TV, and traveling. I wasn’t as social as some expected me to be. With how guarded Daddy kept me, I was leery of being around too many strangers at once, so I didn’t go out a lot. When I did go out, it was with the same people and to the same places. Karrington shared with me that he enjoyed partying with his people, gambling, sports, and that Lifetime movies were his guilty pleasure. I thought that was cute. He told me he used to have a love for art, but it died years ago. When sadness cloaked him, I decided not to press him about why.

We also talked about our favorite things—colors, food, music. While I loved seafood and caviar, Karrington loved soul food. Other than that, he was a steak man. He said he’d eat steak every day if he could. My favorite color was pink and his was blue. By the time we finished asking each other random questions, I felt like I knew him better.

Then, we talked about our roles and expectations, and that made me feel closer to him. I liked that he didn’t expect me not to work, but he did assure me I didn’t have to unless I wanted to. I did, but I also wasn’t in a rush. I wanted to decide if I wantedto have a private practice or work at a hospital or nursing home. For now, talking to him inspired me to start recording myself playing to post on social media. He wasn’t overly familiar with music therapy by definition, which didn’t surprise me, but he understood the purpose of it and benefit.

“I think that’s what draws me to you when you’re playing,” he admitted. “It doesn’t matter where I am in the house, if I hear you on the piano or harp, you leave me spellbound. Whatever I’m doing I have to stop and listen.”

“How does it make you feel when I do?”

Karrington took my hands into his and kissed my palms. “Like you have healing in your hands.”

I wasn’t expecting him to say that, but his words shot straight to my soul. They made me feel like I had made the right choice with what I wanted to do with my life, and I was glad I married a man who could appreciate it.

The Residence

Karrington had gone all out.We were staying in a four bedroom, eight thousand square feet residence at Como Parrot Cay. The residence had its own stretch of a beautiful, white, sandy beach and a large pool. I couldn’t wait to relax out in the lounge area. We’d have our own butler and concierge, which I planned to take full advantage of. When I was on vacation, I didn’t do anything. The kitchen or grill wouldn’t be used by either of us for the entire stay.

With white, brown, and cream furniture and décor, the residence provided a calming feel. I loved that the plants matched the trees outside. Speaking of outside, the masterbathroom led outside and had a view of the ocean. The cinema room was an extra bonus, and I was absolutely in love.

“Do you always travel in such luxury?” I asked, looking out toward the pool and ocean.

“Yes, but I got the residence because of you. If I’d come alone, I probably would have just gotten a suite or villa.”

“So you’re trying to impress me?” I teased, turning slightly to face him.

“Only if it’s working.”

“It is.”

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