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could ever want or need on the island.
     
    Whether
you wanted flowers for your dinner table, wood to build furniture, or an herb
to cure sunburn, you could find it in the plant life on Sol y Besos –
which boasted everything from orchids, to bamboo, to aloe.
     
    Janey
took a window view at a two-seater in the restaurant. She liked to watch people
and the spot she chose was perfect for witnessing daily life unfold in the town
centerwhileshe waited for her food.
     
    The
smells coming from the kitchen of the tiny establishment restored her appetite in
full. She’d ordered banana pancakes, some kind of fruit concoction she’d never
heard of, and coffee.
     
    A
smile had just begun to crease the corners of her strawberry-glossed lips when
she spotted Redmond across the street – with a woman who had one hand on his
chest.
     
    Even
if he’d looked, he wouldn’t have been able to see her as she was partially
hidden behind the massive statute of the goddess Selene at the main entrance to
the restaurant.
     
    Redmond
and this strange woman seemed to be in deep conversation and she noticed that
although he wasn’t touching her, he didn’t remove her hand from his chest.
     
    Like
many of the women on the island, this one was gorgeous – extraordinarily so.
     
    Sporting
short jean cutoffs, 3-inch wedge sandals, a hot pink tee that stopped at the
edge of her belly button and huge silver hoop earrings, sensuality oozed from
every pore of her beautiful frame.
     
    About
5’8” and 130 pounds Janey judged, she was almost chin level with Redmond in
those platforms, who topped out at about 6’2”. Two thick, child-like curly
braids – Indian-style – fell down her back, which was in complete juxtaposition
to the obvious mature, sexy woman she was.
     
    There
was definitely an intimate connection there and Janey’s heart shriveled like a
raisin in the sun.
     
    Just
thirty seconds ago, she’d been in sheer heaven; floating on clouds and dreaming
of rainbow-colored unicorns. Now it felt as if her heart had nose-dived into
the ninth circle of Dante’s hell.
     
    At
that precise moment, Janey remembered why she’d chosen to be alone since her
mother’s death. It hurt too much.
     
    It
seemed that every time she let herself start to get close to a man; started to
get excited about possibilities, some shit like this always happened.
     
    She
was tired, so tired of just wanting someone to love and not deceive her.
     
    Redmond
and the woman talked for a good five minutes. At one point, it seemed like they
were arguing, or at least on the verge of it. But by the end of the conversation,
the heavenly creature reached up, gave him a kiss on the check and turned to
walk away – glancing back once as if to say, “ I miss you; I’ll see you later .”
     
    Appetite
completely gone but ever mindful of work, Janey made herself push down a few
bites of the banana pancakes and take a couple of bites of the foreign fruit
concoction.
     
    She
could at least comment honestly on the food at Selene’s when she wrote her blog
post, she thought, as she downed the last sip of lukewarm coffee.
    .
. .
     
    At
six p.m. on the dot, the concierge rang her room to let her know she had a
visitor, a Mr. Redmond Hillyard.
     
    Janey
told him to tell Mr. Hillyard that, “With regret, I am indisposed right now and
will give him a call later.”
     
    Within
seconds, her cell phone rang. It was Redmond.
     
    She
didn’t pick up.
     
    He
called in quick succession two more times. The last time, he left a message,
saying, “I deserve an explanation if you’re going to blow me off like this. And
while I’d hate to cause a scene, if you don’t let me come up or you come down
within three minutes, one of us is going to be embarrassed – and it’s not going
to be me.”
     
    The
actual nerve of the man , was all Janey could think. Just who the hell
did he think he was!
     
    Definitely
NOT wanting him anywhere near her room, Janey slipped on her