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you.”
    Their eyes locked.
    She kissed his cleft chin.
    “Shay…I…”
    “No, you don’t have to return my feelings.”
    Shay covered Linden’s lips with her right hand.
    “I just wanted to share that with you, and after drinking two glasses of champagne mimosas, it has given me loose lips.”
    “I care…Shay!”
    She brushed her lips gently against his, and her arms curled around his waist automatically tightening.
    “I like this, us just lounging around and talking like this, Shay.”
    “This feels good—natural,” she said yawning into his chest.
    Shay’s eyes felt heavy, her stomach was full, and the heat from Linden’s body made her aroused, but sleepy.
    He didn’t get a chance to tell her how they would be spending their evening that night.
    “Shay, I managed to get tickets for the Jazz festival, tonight,” Linden said into her hair.
    Her eyes popped open.
    “What did you say, babe?”
    “I’ve got tickets for us to go to the festival, tonight, Shay,” he enunciated each word slowly.
    She bolted out of his arms.
    “Are you serious, Linden?”
    “Yes!” He sat up and reached for his robe and removed the envelope out of his pocket. Linden flashed the tickets in her face.
    “We’re going—I’ll get to see Anita Baker, Najee , Alex Bugnon , and Nick Colionne & Ledisi —live!” she cried out.
    “Yes, Air Supply, Dionne Warwick, and Michael Bolton are also performing tonight, Shay.”
    “Yes!” She shouted, and started doing the happy dance around the table.
    “What time is the Jazz concert?”
    “It starts at six o’clock.”
    “What! It’s three o’clock, now. That leaves me with just three hours to get ready,” she said, after glancing at the brass clock.
    Linden burst out laughing.
    “Three hours is plenty of time to get dressed Shay.”
    “Yes, for a man, but I have to find something to wear. I’m in desperate need of a manicure, pedicure, and I need my hair done,” she whined, threading her fingers through her long, thick, tangled hair. “Three hours is not enough time, Linden!”
    The sudden knock at the door startled, Shay. She snatched up her robe off the floor and slipped back into it.
    “I have another surprise for you,” he said, slipping into his own robe.
    He opened the door and admitted four women.
    “Sweetheart, these ladies are here to make you look even more beautiful than you are now. I have two nail technicians, a hairstylist, and the owner of Gabriella, the dress shop where women from all over St. Lucia come to buy her fashion, so I’ve been told,” Linden stated.
    The ladies entered the suite, each loaded down with their equipment and dresses.
    “I’ll let you ladies get to work,” he said, easing out of the room.
    “Linden,” Shay called out to him, before he reached the bedroom door.
    “Yes, sweetheart, what is it?”
    “I’ll never forget this!”
    “You can thank me later after the jazz festival,” he whispered with a sexy tone in his voice. The wicked gleam in his eyes told her a simple kiss would not be enough.
    “You have a date, Mr. Stewart.”
    He walked into the bedroom with a big grin on his face.
    “Ma’am, we don’t have much time. Your husband is taking you to the concert, tonight?” Celia, the nail technician happily asked, after introducing herself.
    “Yes!”
    “You want to dazzle him, tonight?” Renee inquired.
    “I want to look my best,” Shay said, but she didn’t reveal to the ladies that Linden wasn’t her husband.
    While Celia worked on her hands, Teresa worked on her toes, and Renee who introduced herself as the owner of Gabriella, showed Shay all colors and style of dresses to wear.
    She finally selected a coral, fitted, sheath dress because it was elegant, and it accentuated her curves. She had a pair of sandals and handbag that would match the dress perfectly in her suitcase. That climb up Petit Piton Mountain yesterday added a glowing color to her already sun-kissed, caramel complexion.
    “Ma’am,