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same predicament. He thought maybe Finn was feeling a little out-of-sorts, insecure, and baffled like he was. Finn had to be bewildered about how they’d arrived in that piece of paradise, while Cael was just perplexed as to why. Every day of the entire past week, Cael had woken up with that same damn dream too. So, the idea of sticking together seemed right; there was nothing else about this strange and awkward quandary that did.
    They’d explored the island and done some snorkeling in the beautiful shallow waters around their over-the-water bungalow fit for honeymooners. Cael had to laugh at that. There he was in an elegant cottage in one of the most romantic spots on earth with another guy. Figured. They’d managed to make the best of their situation, windsurfing and even taking some scuba lessons. Cael figured it had to be the most beautiful underwater experience anyone could have. In the evenings, they hit the bars and talked to women, but found that most of the attractive ones were there with someone or worse yet, newlyweds. They must have tried just about every kind of restaurant from the little holes-in-the wall to the fancy schmancy big and expensive ones. Cael liked the small family-owned ones the best. The complex they stayed in had a few nights of events with fire dancers and tons of seafood. Cael sat on the edge of the bed thinking about the guys dancing around throwing fire sticks in the air and remembered the girl in his dream who had been on fire. He’d had that dream five times now. It had to mean something. Being secluded on this island didn’t help in figuring things out, and he’d had about as much seafood and looking for love in all the wrong places that he could handle. He still hadn’t learned much about Finn either. Sure, they talked about their childhoods. Finn told him about his time in the Scots Guards, which he found rather fascinating, but no red flags popped up in his head suggesting the guy had done anything to prompt the scene involving them wrestling for a gun.
    Cael wanted this to be over. Could he possibly be getting tired of paradise? No, not really. The island, the ocean, and the sunsets were sensational, the best he’d ever seen. The calm of the tranquil waters in the lagoon and the soothing sound they made as they gently lapped under the bungalow he slept in had trickled into his soul, solacing the shock of his friend’s sudden death. But there was something missing, something nagging at the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Could it be the woman in his dream? The woman on fire but not burning?
    Standing in front of the mirror, Cael studied the new tattoo on his arm. Finn and he had gotten a little drunk the other night and Finn came up with the bright idea of getting tattoos. As stupid as it had been, he rather liked it. The woman in his dream haunted him. When he described her to the tattoo artist, the guy actually got it, which surprised the hell out of Cael that he’d been able to articulate and recreate the woman from his dream, considering how inebriated he’d been. He carefully fingered the flames shooting up from her arm. It was still a little sore. She was lovely. She didn’t have a face in his dream, but the one the artist inked was beautiful.
    He loved the peaceful nature of the local people but he was just fed up with the hunt for beautiful women Finn insisted on engaging in every night. He shook his head; never in his entire life would he have thought he’d tire of that scene. Finn on the other hand, wanted to explore every bar and restaurant the small island had to offer, claiming this was his only chance to be in a place like this with all the right ingredients for romance, or better stated, hot sex. Shit, Cael couldn’t argue with that but just for one night he wouldn’t mind staying in, relaxing and simply reading a great mystery.
    “Get a move on, lad,” Finn yelled before strolling into Cael’s room. “What’s this?” Finn