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that currently held so much importance in her sister’s life had been, at one time, a sugar cane/rum plantation itself.
    Taking stock of her choices one last time Carm glanced up in time to see a waitress in a hot pink blouse make her way through the crowded room to her.  Taking a moment to admire the splash of color and sweet looking flower she’d placed behind one ear, Carm placed the menu back between the bamboo shakers. 
    “Allo der.  My name is Dara.  What can I get for ya now?”
    Carm smiled and asked, “I think I’ll just take a platter of fried sweet plantains, actually.  Oh, and I think a Coconut Breezer sounds tame enough for starters, would you agree?”
    Dara tossed her head back and laughed, revealing the slim column of her throat.  “Sure an dat be a good one ta start.  Be sure ta try da Hurricane if ya like da Breeza.”
    “I will.  Thanks.  I heard there’s live music here tonight, is that true?”
    Dara lifted a slender hand, swept it over the direction of the stage and nodded, “Sure an da band be playin’ tonight.  Dey be on soon.  Dem boys is gorgeous.  Ya don’ wanna miss dem.”
    Carm felt her lips twitch on a laugh at the way the waitress wiped her hand over her forehead and rolled her eyes.  As Dara spun around to leave, Carm turned her attention to the couple grooving on the dance floor. 
    They certainly turned up the heat in the place with the way they danced.  Carm felt a blush warm her cheeks just looking at them.  They slithered and rubbed indecently all over each other.   
    Before she spontaneously combusted from heat overexposure, Carm turned her head toward the bar.  Her waitress stood there flirting with the handsome bartender.  Carm watched as he leaned over the bar to Dara, smiling.  Dara said something in his ear that made him throw back his head in a fit of laughter.
    Carm jerked when his dark gaze slid over her momentarily before it came to rest back on Dara.  Were they talking about her?  Sure enough, Dara turned her head and nodded in Carm’s direction. 
    Unsure whether to be offended or not, Carm scooted her chair away from them and faced the stage.  Movement caught her eye and she looked up to see a man standing on stage fiddling with a keyboard and checking cords.  Carm couldn’t help but giggle over his appearance.
    Blond hair stood up around his head in short dreadlocks.  Not the braided kind, but the other type that just sort of clumped together.  He had a small vee patch (did they call those soul patches?) beneath his bottom lip that he’d grown long enough to put in a tiny braid.  His electric blue shirt was left unbuttoned revealing his deeply tanned chest and a puka shell necklace. 
    Carm let her gaze travel down his fit body over his printed shorts to his white flip-flops.  Thoroughly disheveled, the guy still managed to look sexy with his surfer-guy-goes-Caribbean appearance. 
    Carm’s waitress returned with her food and drink setting it smoothly on the table.  Before Carm could say anything, or ask what she and the bartender had been laughing about, Dara spun around and left.
    Shrugging it off-she wasn’t about to have her night ruined-Carm reached for her drink. Tall and fluted with a curved top, it was the type of glassware typically used to serve frozen blended drinks with a nice little umbrella.  Carm removed the blue umbrella, swirled the red straw in the cream colored smoothie and took a sip. A perfect blend of sweet coconut, juices, and liquor, Carm found it went down quite smoothly and took a long drink. 
    Lost in her culinary experience, Carm downed her drink while she munched away at her plantain slices.  As she was sucking the last of the drink from the bottom of the glass a full one appeared next to it on the table.
    Carm smiled her appreciation at Dara. “These are great.  Keep them coming, won’t you?” A nice feeling of warmth had begun to spread in her body from the rum concoction.  Carm felt her mood