Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Let’s go get changed, and we can meet everyone at the beach,” I tell Penelope as we walk into the lobby and then see the big buffet area where the meals are served. Three signs are telling you which way rooms are. Walking past the massive pool, over a little bridge, I make my way over to number eight. Each numbered hut looks like its own personal house.
I stop at the big brown door with the number eight on it. “Are you ready?” I ask her, taking a key card out and sliding it over the sensor near the door handle. The click allows me to turn the handle and push open the door.
I hold the door on top while holding Abigail’s bag in my hand. Penelope walks in and shrieks, “Daddy, there is a pool in front of our back door!” She walks into the room, and I step in with her. A living room area faces a wall of windows. “Can we go into the pool?” She jumps up and down as I place my bag on the couch and Abigail’s next to mine.
I open the back door and see the pool she was talking about is really the ocean. I slide open the door and walk out onto the patio, seeing that every single room has its own patio leading to stairs that take you straight into the ocean. “That isn’t a pool. It’s the ocean,” I inform her.
I take a second to look around and hear a commotion coming from the patio beside us. “It’s open.” I hear, and then I see her walking out, the wind picking up as her hair flies around her head.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, of course she would be in the room next to us. She must feel me staring at her because she looks over at me, and her eyes go big. “Hi.” I hold up my hand, now counting the days until we can leave.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ABIGAIL
I walk out of the glass patio door, and the heat hits me right away. I can’t help but smile when I see the patio has two lounge chairs facing the crystal-blue water. The sound of the water hits the side stairs that lead directly into the shallow ocean.
The warm wind suddenly blows my hair into my face as I turn my face toward it to push back my hair. I can feel eyes on me, and when I look over, I see the one man I’ve been trying to get away from. My whole body has been on alert from the time I sat down on the plane
My eyes go big, and I see him mutter something right before he puts up his hand. “Hi,” he greets.
I automatically lift my arm up to wave back to him. “Hi.” My heart speeds up, and it suddenly feels like it’s going to come up to my mouth. This is getting way out of hand, I think to myself.
He snaps his fingers. “I have your bag,” he says, turning and walking back inside. I put my hand on the railing, my head falling forward as I try to calm myself down.
“What in the hell?” I say. I’m about to turn around to call for Gabriella when I hear creaking coming from beside me. I look over and see him walking over to me, holding my bag in his hand. On the plane, the minute I reached out to grab it, I felt him behind me, and I swear to God, my body felt like it was going to go off. I thought for sure he would see the way my nipples perked up for him. Just looking down at myself, I felt my face turn a beet red. I literally felt like I was on fire. I couldn’t even look over at him. I hightailed it off that plane and then into the first bus with all the kids, thinking I had somehow escaped him. But the door opened, and he walked onto the bus, and I literally yelled out, “What the fuck?” So I stayed back and let all the kids walk off the bus, then quietly slipped out of the bus and walked over to the guy holding a clipboard. The whole family was trying to gather up their kids and figure out what to do, and I had already secured my key and was making my way to my room with Gabriella.
I push off from the patio and walk over to the right, where the patio is separated by a little empty space. He leans over and hands it to me. “There you go.” He smiles at me, and all I can do is nod at him.
“Thank you, I didn’t even realize I didn’t have it.” I chuckle nervously, then hear the patio door slide open in behind me.