Wicked Forest (DeBeers 2)

but I did, I certainly did.

.

The beach house seemed closer than he had

described. I closed my eyes and sat back, and in what

seemed to be only a few minutes, we were turning

down a gravel and dirt road and pulling up to a

beautiful home with a large screened-in pool. The

house itself was only a few hundred yards from the

beach. It was done in a very modem decor and looked

almost brand-new.

"Was it just built?" I asked. and Thatcher

laughed.

"No, but like many of my clients, he has more

money than he can use and would be better off staying

in one of the finer hotels than actually owning a

property he gets to live in only about two or three

weeks a year. Some people collect houses the vay

people used to collect stamps."

"You mean some people you know, not people

I know." I said, and continued my tour of the place.

There was a large living room with a big-screen

television set, and two bedrooms, one with a patio

overlooking the water.

Not too shabby. huh?" Thatcher said, coming

up behind me and kissing the back of my neck. As if his lips were magnets. I felt myself

leaning back into him, holding on to the warmth of his

kiss. He held me at the elbows and for a while we

stayed just like that, planted against each other,

listening to the surf and staring out at the starlight

dancing on the water.