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Chapter Three
    Rafe
     
    A soft beep from the plane’s intercom system jars me from a light slumber. Dria slips under my arm, and presses a button on the com box near the cabin’s door. “Yes?”
    “We’re landing in twenty minutes.”
    “Thanks, Drew.”
    She pads lightly to the bed and leans over me. A whisper soft kiss lands on my lips. “Time to get up, love.”
    “Yeah, I heard.” I stretch, allowing the sheet to fall away from my chest. Dria’s eyes lock onto my revealed stomach muscles. Mouth slightly agape, her tiny pointed tongue brushes a lengthening canine. It’s so fun to tease her. She’s like a caged tiger living next door to the butcher, and I’m the raw meat parading past her bars. “Let me pull on some clothes and grab our overnight bag.”
    “My turn to pilot. I’ll fly the seaplane from the marina hangar.” Dria draws back from the bed and snatches a jumpsuit from a nearby chair. She deftly steps in and zips the dark blue coverall up her naked form, wiggling her round ass to torment me. The lined fabric hugs her curves and hides the fact she’s not wearing underwear.
    She gently pulls out her long hair from under the collar and gives her head a sexy shake. Just like when she teased my cock an hour or so ago. The glint in her eye reveals she knows I’m watching and the gesture was intentional. The little minx.
     
    The next couple of hours proceed without a hitch. Minutes after a smooth water landing, workers from our private island taxi the plane through the cove to return to the hangar to retrieve the rest of our luggage from the jet.
    “Holy cow!” Paul stands on the large dock, staring up the gentle slope of the island. “The house overhangs a freakin’ cliff? I don’t know why I thought ‘tropical’ when I pictured Argentina.”
    I look at the large crest Paul called a cliff. Shadows and crags hide in the dark recesses, showcasing the brightly lit stucco house at the rocky pinnacle.
    “Flip your thoughts when you pass the equator,” I say. “Buenos Aires is three hours north of us. Right now, it’s like the difference between New Jersey and northern Florida during the fall in the U.S.”
    Drew grabs Chelly’s hand. The couple steps in line behind Dria. My wife leads our merry band toward the small parking lot a hundred yards up a gently sloping hill. The rolling landscape here is much greener than Alaska was when we left. Lots of short grasses and manicured shrubs.
    “It’s fall?” Bob comments from the dock. “Who ever heard of fall in April?” His shoulders shrug. “Makes no sense, I tell ya.”
    Paul shoves the large man playfully, encouraging him to walk behind the others. “Dude, didn’t you hear him? We crossed the equator. Southern Hemisphere is opposite the northern one in seasons.”
    A “harrumph” comes from the larger man, but he dutifully trails along with the rest of us. “So that means it gets colder the more south you go, too?” Bob shakes his head. “Right when I think I get to understanding how the world works, I get thrown a curve ball and visit the other side of the globe.”
    Tommy smirks, “God-forbid you step out from the comfort of your living room and explore beyond the flat screen TV.”
    “I always wondered where you guys went in the summer,” Paul directs to Dria and me. “Should have guessed you’d follow suit and go someplace where the nights are long.”
    Drew leans close to Chelly’s ear. “That Vivian,” he whispers in a faux conspirator-like tone, “she’s a smart one.”
    My wife grins. “I’ve owned this small island for seven decades. It’s come far since I first brought Rafe here.”
    I laugh recalling the two-room shack my wealthy wife so humbly lived in. It was dank, dark, and cold. I don’t know how or why she lived in it for as long as she did. To hide from her enemies, I suspect. She never ceases to amaze me. “It took a team of engineers and gardeners to make this desolate island into