They were home here. Blue Caribbean waters were a balm to weary souls. The white sand called to them, and the warm sunshine banished worries.
Cassie and Wyatt didn't go back to the resort. Wyatt didn't have a job there anymore, and after hearing how he'd been treated, Cassie had refused to go to such an establishment. Besides, Wyatt didn't need to tend bar and live a bachelor lifestyle anymore. He didn't want that life.
So they bought a sailboat. It wasn't the biggest or flashiest boat in the world, but it was comfortable, and it got them where they wanted to go.
Today, it was taking them to a very special island.
Wyatt checked the rigging and made sure his route was plotted in the computer. The island wasn't far, but he wanted to make sure they arrived there with plenty of time left in the day. He had a surprise, and he wanted to make sure that Cassie would be able to make the most of it.
He peeked in the cabin to make sure Cassie was still asleep before going back up on deck. He pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant.
“Is everything set for our arrival?” he asked Amanda when she answered.
“All set, boss,” she assured him. “The caretaker has prepped everything, and you're good to go. The kitchen is stocked, and the grounds are ready for viewing.”
“Good.” Wyatt still felt nervous though. The last two weeks had been heaven. He wanted to make sure that they stayed in this Heaven.
“Oh, and I have news for you,” Amanda continued. He could hear the smile in her voice. “You remember that charity date you went on while in Arizona?”
As if Wyatt could forget Lorna and her terrible kiss. He was glad he knew how to disappear in the Caribbean, and that they were on a boat that no reporter knew about. It made avoiding anyone wanting answers about his supposed “fiancee” much easier.
That and his lawyer's cease and desist letters had really cut down on the annoying phone calls.
“What about it?” Wyatt asked, almost afraid of what was coming. Anything to do with Lorna spelled out trouble.
“The check bounced.”
“Wait, what?” Wyatt asked, surprised.
“The check bounced. She didn't have the funds to cover her donation,” Amanda repeated. “It's a mess. But at least she's stopped talking to the press. I have a feeling it may be due to the fact she's facing criminal charges for writing that large of a bad check.”
Wyatt nearly burst out laughing. It was only fair that her tricks come back to bite her. He knew she'd been kicked out by her family and recently one of her ex-husbands had come forward with damning information. Lorna had sown her own future with her choices.
“Make sure to up my donations to compensate,” Wyatt told Amanda. “I don't want the charity to suffer because of that woman.”
“I figured you'd say that,” Amanda replied. “I've emailed you new consents. Send them back to me whenever you get the chance.”
“Thanks, Amanda.”
“Anytime, Boss,” Amanda told him. “Enjoy the new island. Let me know whatever you need.”
Wyatt hung up the phone and grinned. The day was already going better than expected.
“Who were you talking to?” Cassie asked, coming up on deck. She wore short shorts and a thin t-shirt that didn't hide her curves. She had no idea what the sight of her body did to him. Suddenly, he lost the ability to think in cohesive sentences as he stared at her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra.
“Amanda,” he grunted.
“Tell her I say hi next time,” Cassie replied with a smile. “Where are we going today?”
She didn't seem to notice how his lower body was reacting to her as she walked across the deck. Her hips swayed with the boat, and Wyatt felt himself harden.
“It's a surprise,” he told her. “We'll get right underway after I do something first.”
Cassie turned, a slight frown on her face. “Do what?”
“You.”
And he took her in his arms and showed her what seeing her sexy body did to him.