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evident in the
passionate kiss.  As far as kisses went, this one was good, even exciting, but
it still did not move her in any way.
    She did not experience
a warm feeling in her tummy, there were no bells ringing, and she did not feel
any desire for the man kissing her.  Acknowledging what this meant, she pushed
him away.
    He held her in his arms
for a while longer, then kissed her forehead, and looked sadly in her eyes.  
“So now I know.”
    “I’m sorry!”  
    He looked like a little
boy who just lost his only puppy. Clarissa felt terrible.  He shook his head
and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
    “No, Clarissa love,
don’t be.  At least you know that you have a friend in me for life.  At least
now, I will accept my fate and stop hoping and trying.  But be warned … I am
just as demanding a friend as I am a lover!”
    Clarissa laughed and
gave him a hug.  Relieved that he understood and accepted what their
relationship could only ever be.  Getting into bed later after a long, hot,
bubble bath, Clarissa hugged the pillow close to her breast.
    She was very happy here
on the Cayman’s Island. It was nestled in the calm, turquoise waters of the
Western Caribbean.  The Island blessed, with sun-kissed beaches and waters
teeming with fish flecked with gold.  It was a very popular tourist attraction
and offered some of the best diving and snorkeling in the world.
    She thought back to the
day she arrived and saw the seven-mile beach for the first time from the small
window of the airplane.  A long stretch of white sand, rated as one of the most
beautiful beaches in the entire Caribbean.
    Her excitement knew no
bounds then.  The rich history of the Island entranced her during those first
few months, but within four months’ it all dimmed under her longing … her
constant longing for Raymond.
    A longing so intense,
that she boarded a plane and went back to Manchester to go and plead for her
love again.  Her heart contracted painfully in remembrance.  She should not
have bothered.  He had clearly already moved on by that time!
    Thinking back to the
kiss she shared with Trace earlier, she never felt so lonely and in need of
love as she did just then.

Chapter Three
     
    Jogging always relaxed Clarissa, but
this morning the tension remained in her body, even after jogging an extra half
a mile.  Slowing down, she jogged on the edge of the surf back towards her
cottage.  Miguel, Retha, his nephew and his son arrived late last night.
    Clarissa already went
down to her cottage and did not see them arrive.  She was so tired after the
past two months’ hectic schedule, she needed to soak in a hot bubble bath and
try to have a proper nights rest for a change.  Hopefully, Miguel understood
and was not too upset that she did not stay to welcome them upon arrival.
    As she neared their
impressive presidential cottage, she noticed a small figure running down the
beach towards the sea.  A frown worried her brow and she glanced towards the
big cottage.  No one appeared to be watching the little boy, so Clarissa
increased her pace.  The little boys’ short legs pumped vigorously in his
apparent eagerness to reach the water.
    “Hey…little one…hey!” 
    Clarissa tried shouting
at the top of her voice.  She was still a distance away from him and the
exertion of running so far and the speed at which she was now running, she only
managed a croak and that hardly carried any distance.
    With a loud shout, if
you could call the exited shriek loud, he jumped into the water, his arms high
above his head, surging forward to reach the crashing waves.  Clarissa felt
herself cringe and she forced her legs to go faster, praying that she would
reach the little boy before the crashing surf did and the force of the backwash
pulled him in.
    “No…oh no!”  
    Clarissa cried in
horror when she saw the water crash over his little head and rolled him like a
lost piece of driftwood in the water.  She splashed in