Surrender #02 Secret Surrender by Priscilla West

Author:Priscilla West [West, Priscilla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

I managed to catch a light nap before we landed. Once the plane came to a stop, I stepped out into a cool breeze and seventy-degree weather. It was approaching evening but the sun was still out, illuminating the small airport and tropical scenery in the distance.

“We’re on an island in the Caribbean called St. Lucia,” Vincent said, hand at my back ushering me toward the terminal.

“Seems you’re fond of the Caribbean.”

“It’s close to New York City where I spend a lot of my time nowadays. But this isn’t our final destination.”

This place seemed as good as any for an ideal weekend getaway. “Where are we going?”

“It’s close by but we’ll have to take a boat from here.”

We hopped into a rented jeep and took a short drive to a harbor.

Vincent led us to a sleek boat with white hull and red trim. Letters along the side read “Pier Pleasure”.

“Clever name,” I commented.

He smiled. “Took me a while to come up with it. It was either that or ‘Playbuoy’.” He nudged me gently to indicate he was teasing.

“Glad you didn’t choose the latter.”

I didn’t know anything about boats but I could tell it was built for speed. The controls didn’t appear complicated—it wasn’t much more than a throttle and a steering wheel—but the boat had a very big, very loud engine. The way we shot out as soon as I had put my life vest on and sat down next to Vincent told me handling this thing wasn’t a job for amateurs.

He slowed the boat to a cruising pace as we headed off toward an island in the distance with the sun setting in the horizon casting red and orange hues on the deep blue waters. I wondered what he had in store for us tonight.

The boat came to a stop and he tied it to the dock jutting out from the shore.

“So what is this place?” I asked as I stepped off the boat onto the wooden planks.

“It’s my private island.”

“You own an entire island?”

“It’s not that large, just a few miles in each direction. Not big enough for a runway. It’s my personal spot to get away from everything.”

First St. Thomas then St. Lucia. I was starting to see a pattern. “So what do you call it? St. Vincent?”

He laughed. “That’s actually the name of a real island just south of here. The people on St Lucia call this place “île aux oiseaux”, which is French for “Bird Island”. There’s a lot of pretty, exotic birds that live here.”

“Interesting.”

“Unfortunately, there aren’t any puffins.”

“That’s a deal breaker,” I teased.

His lips curved into a grin. “You’re high maintenance. But worth it.”

“I was just kidding,” I said, playfully nudging him. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done. Surprising me on our dates. Being discreet, being supportive. I want you to know that all those things mean a lot to me.”

His grin widened. “So have I changed your opinion about me?”

“What was my opinion before?”

“You tell me.”

I sighed. “Okay, I’ll admit I

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