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    However, I did remember that I'd had three-and-a-half glasses of wine with dinner. I hadn't eaten very much dinner besides, so I knew the alcohol might have hit me especially hard. It had been a very busy, exhausting day, too. I'd probably just completely crashed. After not being able to wake me, Eric probably had to carry me off the plane, and then into the house where I was staying. He'd probably personally tucked me right into bed.
     
    Slightly embarrassed, I contemplated all this, hoping I hadn't done any intoxicated sleep-talking, mumbling about how unbelievably handsome he was or something. If I had, I hoped my words had been too slurred for him to understand me.
     
    I also wondered about something else I might have done. I wondered if I'd rested my face against Eric's hard chest while he'd been carrying me. Figuring I'd had to, I wondered how it had felt. I wondered how all that chiseled muscle had felt beneath the softness of my cheek.
     
    After a few moments, I snapped myself out of my reverie, amazed that my first thoughts of the day had been about Eric, and not the women of the island and the job I had to do. After all, that was why I was there in the first place, no matter if my mind seemed intent on straying to other subjects or not.
     
    I blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings and inhaling the fresh ocean air, which was exquisite. The bed I was in was extremely large and comfortable, and the bedroom itself was spacious, bright, and clean.
     
    It was decorated primarily in shades of white, cream, and sand, from the bedclothes, to the walls, to the hardwood flooring, which was such a pale shade of sand as to probably be a shade or two lighter than sand itself. Across from my bed, a breeze coming in the open screened windows ruffled the sheer white curtains covering them.
     
    In contrast with the decor, the ornately carved headboard behind the bed, a wide dresser, and two nightstands were of rich, dark mahogany. On one of the nightstands was a clear glass vase filled with purple orchids. Gorgeous and flawless barely even began to describe them.
     
    On the left side of the room, an open white door led to a master bathroom, and very soon I got out of bed, realizing that I badly needed to use the facilities.
     
    Afterward, I took a quick shower, unpacked my suitcases, which had been left in my room, and dressed in khaki shorts, a bright pink cap-sleeved top, and tan wedge sandals. I knew I was going to feel a bit funny reporting for work in such a casual outfit, but Eric had insisted that the dress code of the island was very casual, and he'd said there would be white lab jackets at the clinic for me to wear over my clothes anyway.
     
    After dressing, I applied a bit of makeup, then blow-dried my long, wavy light brown hair, grateful that the island seemed to have a very reliable source of electricity. I'd just finished, when I began to smell a scent even more heavenly than the fresh salt air. It was the smell of eggs and sizzling bacon, and I realized I was starving.
     
    Intensely curious as to who was cooking, I made my way through the open, airy, sunlit house, which was a bungalow, to the kitchen. Standing at an island in the middle of it stood a woman around my age, late twenties, with pale blond hair and sparkling green eyes.
     
    She was slicing up fruit, but stopped immediately when I entered. She gave me a big smile. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon. Breakfast is almost done. Are you hungry?"
     
    I returned her smile, nodding. "Starving."
    She welcomed me to the island, introduced herself as Laura Phelps, one of the nurses at the island medical clinic, then poured coffee for us both and began piling our plates with scrambled eggs, perfectly crisp bacon, thick slices of buttered toast, and tropical fruit salad.
     
    "See, here on the island, we don't have any vehicles, so we walk or bike everywhere. All this exercise means that most of us can indulge in big breakfasts like this