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handle my liquor after all.
But then, too, I was upset about you, getting rich so easily! After all I planned,
years of calculating, and researching, and educating myself! And you come down
here … boom … and you get it all, without doing one thing!”
    “I can’t help who I am, Kylie. You
should be ashamed of yourself, trying to take this way out! Life is precious.
And it isn’t like you’re poor. You can go back to your job.”
    “I didn’t try to drown myself on
purpose. It was the booze! And, anyway, I hate my job! I hate Astoria ! I can’t ever go back there. I
didn’t plan to, and I won’t! I’ll sell off my stuff, and stay here. There must
be jobs here for a woman like me.”
    “Of course there are. How’d you like
to be a secretary?”
    “Whose?”
    “Mine, maybe? You know how to be
rich. I don’t. You can help me. Will you?”
    Kylie sat up, flicked her wet hair
off her face, laughing ruefully.
    “Sure, why not! Better help me pack,
though. A working girl needs to save her money. I hope I can get a refund for
the fortune I shelled out on this place!”
    They rode back to Patrick’s mansion.
Once Tess described the situation to him, he offered Kylie a warm room and a
position as Tess’ personal secretary. She took it graciously and went to bed.
    The party was still raging onward by midnight ; the things took on a life of their
own and were hard to dispel, according to Patrick. He didn’t care, he and his
Meg were quietly ensconced in her new, luxurious boudoir, and they were quite
content to get to know each other again without any more interference.
    Tess had a lot to digest – her name
was now Tess Mercer, though she still liked Jenkins better. Her mom was now Meg
instead of Carol, soon to be Mercer as well. There were plans afoot to sell the
house in Astoria . Meg would not be returning. Then
there was Kylie, ready to start a whole new life in the Caymans. Tess would
quit her job as well. But she wasn’t worried about any of that, really – all
she wanted was to see Angel - in her bed.

 
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    Tess haunted the island of Cayman Brac when she wasn’t required for maid of
honor dress fittings or luncheons or whatever. She was pretending to learn how
to fish, and go rock climbing, and cave exploring with Patrick’s chauffer,
Diamond Scott. But in truth, of course, she was searching for the elusive
Angel. No one at the party had heard of him. Stranger still, no one at the
motorbike shop knew where he lived or what he did for a living. Tess began to
wonder if he was some underworld criminal or a drug smuggler. Cayman Brac was
known for a past rife with pirates and intrigue.
    Diamond took Tess to Rebecca’s Cave,
a landmark on the island where a child had been buried after dying in the 1932
hurricane. It was a sad but beautiful place, with the child’s stone coffin
resting within. Tess found her eyes stinging with tears as Diamond related the
oft told story of the Boddens and their baby as they tried to escape the terror
of The Great Hurricane.
    “Wow, I can’t imagine how horrible
that must have been. We’re all so lucky, Diamond, to live in this modern
world.”
    “Sure we are. Not too many tourists
around today. I guess the rain warned them off. Wait here a minute.”
    She puzzled after him, wondered what
he was up to. He was a good looking, affable guy, always ready with a smile or
a joke. Anyone with a free heart would find him irresistible but of course hers
was sworn to Angel, whether she saw him again in this lifetime or not.
    The cave walls were closing in on
her; the rain pummeling the ground outside. Tess shivered.
    “Take this,” a familiar voice said.
    “Angel?” She looked up into the
blue-green eyes, her breathing hung fast. He looked so unreal there in the
shadows of the cave, his black hair dripping wet, his jeans tight, his T shirt
as clinging as a second skin, outlining his perfect chest and arms. He handed
her a jacket, she enveloped her shoulders in