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ocean thankfully squashed that notion as I kicked the disheveled bedspread down to the bottom of the bed and almost skipped to the window, the first official day of my holiday beginning. Relief swept over me.
    Hearing a loud gurgle emanate from my stomach, the first order of the day was to eat breakfast. Even after stuffing my face at the restaurant prior to the Americans’ arrival the night before, I felt like I was on the verge of starvation.
    Ramah had left a breakfast hamper in the kitchen with a small jug of milk in the fridge. Bless her! I relished the idea of not having to cook anything. Slaving over a hot stove for John and then being told the food tasted like garbage had nearly worn me down as much as the beatings. It was nice to be pampered for a change. I could get used to not having to lift a finger.
    The air inside the hut was infused with the scent of the salty spray softly blowing in from the ocean. There was something incredibly grounding about the ocean and all the smells and sensations that came with it. The gentle ebb and pull of the tide filled me with peace.
    It was going to be a warm day so I put on my second and only other pair of shorts and a bikini top before taking breakfast out to the balcony.
    After devouring the cereal and a blueberry muffin, then washing it down with a glass of milk, I locked the hut and headed down onto the sand for a walk. It was a perfect morning. Others were already strolling along the beach, enjoying the serenity and beauty of Sapphire Island.
    A little way down the beach I noticed the same group of people standing around that had been there yesterday afternoon. Curiosity got the better of me.
    Loud voices boomed like thunder, squashing the tranquility. Large cameras were set up, and as soon as I got close enough it became evident that they were filming something. Not wanting to interrupt, I settled on a spot that was out of everyone’s way, yet close enough to see. A male actor yielding a sword stood in a fencing pose about to enter a duel with another. The director yelled, “Action!”
    Acting or not, these two were good. Professional fencers, if I didn’t know better. Each had a hand on their hips, prancing around from left to right, raising and lowering their swords in perfect opposition.
    Their lithe, muscled bodies proved a distraction as I narrowed in on two sets of taut, rounded buttocks, swathed in black. Damn! What the hell was wrong with me? When had I become so desperate? Or was the Universe purposely dangling a carrot in front of me to test my will?
    My eyes settled on one man in particular who exuded an air of grace. I let out a small gasp and felt my eyes pop as I sat up straighter, my heels digging into the soft sand.
    My heart jumped. Actually it galloped. I was caught off guard. The toned picture of perfection I’d been eying up was the Adonis from the restaurant. The one who had smiled at me and looked right into me. The one with the beautiful green aura. The one I had gone to bed thinking of. The one who would undoubtedly have absolutely no interest in me, romantically or otherwise.
    Shit! He’s an actor!
    My heart sank. He was way out of my league. Suddenly, sitting there, I felt small and insignificant. He could have any woman in the world and probably already had. Just because he’d caught my eye last night didn’t mean we were going to meet and have a meaningful conversation. Not even a day had passed and already feelings of disappointment were shadowing my holiday. Old habits died hard. I should have listened to the voices in my head. It was my subconscious trying to warn me. How stupid to think that I could attract anyone so handsome in the first place. That notion had always been meant to end in disappointment.
    Well, that was that then! There was nothing more to think about. From now on, I would put him out of my mind for good and accept the fact that he was in a world miles away from my own.
    Turning my back, I shuffled down to the