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He bumps my shoulder.

I school my expression, and meet his gaze.

“Maybe we can christen it while we’re here,” he winks.

Ooohhh! “You’ve never had sex outdoors in your shower?”

He shakes his head. “No. I was hoping you’d be my first.”

I grin like a loon.

We spent the day at the beach under a massive umbrella. We ate, drank wine, and kissed passionately as we enjoyed each other’s company. It’s the best day I’ve had so far with Bryce. Paris was a dream, but it was about shaking hands and making connections on a more personal level. This is a real mini vacation. Our only priority is to rest and please each other.

After a shower to wash off the sand, we’re lounging on Bryce’s rooftop terrace, working on our tans. I’m lying on my stomach on the lounge chair, reading a free book I downloaded on my phone via my Kindle app. Bryce is lying on his back, reading his iPad.

I could get used to this lifestyle.

“Are you hungry yet?” Bryce asks.

I shift my attention to him. “I’m getting there.”

“Good. I made reservations at one of my favorite restaurants for dinner. It’s located in a hard-to-find spot on the island, which wards off tourists. Only locals know about this place. The fish is grilled to perfection. I hope you like fish.”

“I love fish. It’s part of our culture.”

“I had to learn to like fish, but the more I travel to these islands and taste what good fish is supposed to taste like, the more I’m a convert. The crap they serve us from China is horrible.”

“My sister would agree with you. She studied to become a chef. She changed her vocation after graduating, but cooking is in her blood.”

“Why didn’t she become a chef?”

I hesitate. “It’s a long story. One involving a pretty bad break up.”

“Say no more.”

“In any case, she makes a killer codfish recipe my paternal grandmother used to make. It’s a staple in DR. She really does it justice even if she only cooks the dish during summer months when she can grill the codfish outside on the barbeque. Certain fish are too smelly to cook in a home, even with the windows open. Not to mention, fish on the barbecue is,” I bring my fingers to my lips, “chef’s kiss!”

“Your taste buds will be in for a treat. Let’s go get ready. Our reservation is in an hour.” He punctuates his sentence by slapping my ass.

Since I’m traveling light, I only brought two dresses with me. I select the turquoise maxi dress because it fits my petite and curvy frame. Ciara surprised me with this gift for my birthday a few years ago, since I was lamenting about how statuesque she looked in hers and how it was impossible to find anything so beautiful that would fit me. I slide into a pair of gold flat sandals to complete the look. When I’m done, I appraise the end result.

You clean up nicely, Sof.

Bryce was right. Mad Hatters is an incredible restaurant. We both feast on the best crab cakes I’ve ever had, and the sauté rock fish with dark n’ stormy sauce served with fried plantains leaves me begging for more.

That said, nothing prepared me for the rum soaked flambé bananas and coconut ice cream. I’m certain the culinary Gods must have prepared this outrageous dessert because I’m certain I heard angels sing when I tasted my first bite.

The meal is simply delectable and the service is irreproachable. It comes as no surprise Bryce knows the chef personally.

Bryce leans into the table and grabs my hand into his. “Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“It was amazing.”

“On the way to the house, I want to take you to a hidden spot that offers the best view on the island.”

“A better view than this breathtaking one?” I point.”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but yes.”

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