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though she really would rather Bethany came, but if she wasn’t feeling well . . . she managed a smile and shrugged. “Like you say, Genie will be there. Besides, I want you feeling better for the rest of the trip too.”
    Bethany smiled. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Tomorrow we’ll do something fun, maybe a tour or something, then come back here, party our faces off, pick up a couple of men and rock their world.”
    “Considering that every single male here appears to be on his honeymoon, I don’t think that’s likely,” Carolyn said with amusement, moving to the closet to scoop up her shoes. Carrying them to the bed, she sat to put them on, thinking she was actually glad that this was the case. She sincerely doubted she could “rock” anyone’s world, and she also didn’t really want to “party” her “face off.” Last night had been more than enough partying for her.
    Carolyn grimaced at the memory. Thanks to those tequila shots Bethany had talked her into, she’d spent the evening trying desperately not to slur her words, first in the lounge and then in the restaurant where Marguerite and Julius had insisted she and Genie join them. Truthfully, they seemed like a nice young couple, but just the fact that they were on their honeymoon had left Carolyn somewhat at a loss and avoiding personal questions. The last thing newlyweds needed to hear was about her divorce.
    Mostly, Carolyn sat and listened as Genie and Marguerite chattered away about the band that was coming and various events on the island, while trying to ignore the strangely intense way Julius kept looking at her. There had been nothing sexual in the way the man had eyed her, more like he’d been sizing her up for something. It had been a bit weird and made her uncomfortable. Carolyn had been glad when the meal ended and she’d been able to use the excuse of checking on Bethany to escape.
    Of course, after returning to the villa and finding the other woman sound asleep, Carolyn had crawled into her own bed and soon drifted off as well. It had been an early evening, but then she’d had a long day what with the flight and what not. Traveling always wiped Carolyn out.
    “Perhaps the guests here are all on their honeymoons, but there are other resorts with restaurants and lounges, you know . . . not to mention some clubs in town as well. Besides, the people who work here aren’t all on honeymoons or even married. That driver who brought us to our villa was a cutie,” Bethany said with a grin as Carolyn finished with her shoes and stood up. “And I think he liked you. He kept calling you pretty lady.”
    “Who? Adam?” Carolyn asked, and couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
    Bethany arched an eyebrow. “You have a problem because he’s not white?”
    Carolyn snorted. “No, I have a problem because he’s a baby. Adam has to be at least twenty years younger than me,” she pointed out with a laugh.
    Carolyn was sure Bethany was just teasing her, so was a bit shocked when Bethany arched an eyebrow and said, “So? Men do it all the time. Rich, successful men are always dumping their wives for sweet young things.” She shrugged. “You’re a rich divorcée. Why shouldn’t you have a boy toy?”
    “Oh, I don’t know,” she said dryly. “Maybe because the entire time I was with him I’d be resisting the urge to change his diapers and burp him.”
    Bethany laughed. “Honey, if Adam dropped his drawers in front of you I’m sure the last thing you’d be thinking about is diapers.”
    “Beth, he called us both pretty ladies, and so did the bartender. I suspect the male workers here do it with everyone. It probably gets them bigger tips. And I hate to tell you this, but if your plans to cheer me up include my having a sordid little tryst with a cabana boy, you’re going to be terribly disappointed on this trip.”
    “It doesn’t have to be one of the guys who works here, necessarily. What about those band guys who