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it. “What’s going on? Do you know
Diamond Scott?”
    “Sure, he’s a fishing bud of mine.
I’ve had him watching you for me.”
    “Why can’t you watch me yourself?”
    “Complicated reasons. He’s waiting to
take us somewhere, if you’ll go.”
    “Of course.”
    He helped her out of the cave and
into their rental car. Once safe and dry within, he motioned to Diamond, who
winked and started the engine.
    Sitting next to him finally after
dreaming of it so long, she couldn’t quite grasp the reality of him. He was
being pleasant, pointing out a pirate rendezvous on one side of the road and an
artists’ retreat on the other. She found she liked being with him that way,
though it was hard to keep her wits about her when his every glance made her
twitch inside. He was purely sexual. But underneath it all there was a need of
another kind. Something she couldn’t quite put a name to yet.
    Diamond eased the car into a tunnel
behind a flowing waterfall, came out on the other side where a tiny cottage
peeked out of a mangrove forest.
    “This is where you live?”
    “Yeah, sometimes.”
    They stepped out into the rain, Angel
shielded her.
    “Here you go, man!” Diamond smiled.
    “Thanks, bro! I guess you can go
fishing for awhile.”
    “I got it! See you later, Tess!”
    “Thanks, Diamond.”
    “No need. He was wanting to see you
as much as you was wanting to see him. I figured it was best to get you two
together. Namaste !”
    He waved as he drove the car into the
tunnel.
    Angel stared at her for a moment then
opened the door.
    “It isn’t what you’re used to, but
it’s all mine!”
    “I know I’ll love it!”
    They entered. The walls and ceiling
were wood planks, whitewashed and pocked with wormholes. The one big room was
bare except for a table and two chairs, and a ragged cot with a sheet clumsily
strewn across it. There was no kitchen, just a hutch with a few dishes, and a
large steel bowl which apparently was a makeshift sink.
    “I don’t understand. At the party you
were wearing an expensive tuxedo and driving a convertible. Or did I imagine
you there?”
    “It was me. I have to be two
different people sometimes.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Islands have too many eyes, prying
into your secrets. A man has to be careful.”
    “What kind of secrets do you have?”
    “See, now you’re prying.”
    “You can’t blame me for being
confused.”
    Angel moved his head to look at her.
    “No, I guess I can’t.”
    She stroked his stubbly cheek, leaned
up to kiss the full lips. He kissed back, eagerly but then he stopped.
    “You’re so beautiful. I could take
you here, in this place, but you wouldn’t want me to, I know.”
    She proved him wrong by slowly
stripping out of her Bermuda shorts and pink tank top, revealing a white
strapless bra and matching panties.
    He sighed, hungry for her, slid her
over to let her lie down next to him on the torn mattress. His lips swathed her
in hot, clinging kisses, as his hands unhooked the bra and discarded the
panties. Once his tattered fisherman’s clothes were on the rough wood floor he
raised up and over her, caressing every inch of her goose-bumped flesh. The air
about them was cool and thick. Tess breathed it in, wanting to capture every
sound and smell, so she would never forget them.
    Angel worked her over gently with his
mouth. She flung her head back, reared up her chest to offer him her breasts –
he took them, gnawed at them, winding her up so fast she feared she couldn’t
hold off.
    “Slowly, please?” she whispered.
    “No,” he grunted. “Next time it’ll be
slow.”
    He waited just long enough to make
sure she was bursting then he lunged into her and pounded at her so hard she
wondered if the cot would break under the strain. But she clung at him, urged
him to keep going, not willing to see it end.
    Spent, they rested on the mattress,
their breathing flowing in quick, hard waves.
    “If it could be like this, forever,
I’d be the