
Southern Jamaica
Present Day
"Here's your room, ma'am," the bellhop said as he opened Marin's door.
She stepped inside and smiled at the brightly painted room and tiled floor. The king size four poster bed looked so good all she wanted to do was curl up on it and sleep. Instead, she followed the bellhop as he walked about the room telling her of the mini-fridge and the array of liquor at her disposal.
But when he pulled back the curtains and opened the sliding glass door, Marin sighed. Before her eyes was the magnificent Caribbean Ocean in all its glory just a few feet from her room. The white sand glistened in the sunlight, and the palm trees swayed in the breeze.
She inhaled the sea deeply and instantly felt her muscles relax.
"Does this meet with your approval?" the bellhop asked.
Marin turned and smiled at him. "Yes. This most definitely does."
"If you need anything, my name is Paul," he said and started for the door.
She went to reach for her purse to tip him before she remembered she was staying at the Whitehouse, a new Sandals resort where all the taxes and tips are included in the stay.
"By the way," Paul said as he reached the door. "Your fiancé is two floors above you in the Honeymoon suite."
"Thank you."
Marin waited until the door closed behind the bellhop before she allowed her irritation to show. It hadn't been her idea to come to Jamaica to be wed. That had been Johnny's. He had wanted something different. And since her parents were dead and she had no other family, she didn't have any argument other than the fact she really wanted to be married in a church.
Needless to say, Johnny won the argument.
She really wasn't angry. It just wasn't the wedding she had always dreamed about. But now that she was on Jamaica and feeling the urge to sink her feet in the sand and drift in the turquoise waters, she was glad he had talked her into this destination.
What she was angry about was the accommodations. Johnny had also managed to talk her into staying in different rooms until after the ceremony. Marin shook her head and unzipped her luggage.
Most men would be offended if the woman didn't want to stay in the same room as them, but Johnny was ... different. He had certain ideas about their relationship, their wedding, and their future. And if she were honest, she'd admit that not all of his ideas were as crazy as wanting separate rooms until after the wedding.
It was just for one night, she reminded herself. She had the rest of the day and the night to herself before the wedding in the morning. And she was going to make full use of the time.
First, she was going to enjoy some of the sun, sand, and water as well as the ever flowing liquor and food, and then that afternoon she was going to get a massage and facial.
She hurriedly pulled off her clothes, feeling the draining effects of traveling leaving her as each piece of clothing hit the floor. Then she grabbed her black bikini and slipped it on. She chanced a look at herself in the mirror before grabbing her black wide brimmed hat and sunglasses and heading out her sliding glass door for the beach.