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western side of the island. They took a left turn that led them to a large iron gate; the chauffeur said something to a man who appeared to be a security officer, he disappeared into a room like cubicle and the gate began to slide to the side. They proceeded down a paved driveway into the most beautiful flower garden she had ever seen.
    There were flowers of every kind for as far as her eyes could see as Jordan opened the car and helped her out, then he went to the back of the car and returned with a heavily laden basket and a blanket which he handed to her. There was a medieval looking building in front of them; with two floors, white French windows and a stone structure with the sign ‘gift shop’ above its entrance. The driver walked towards the gift shop while Jordan led her through a narrow roadway unto a sprawling manicured lawn with a long paved walkway lined on both sides by royal palm trees that led to a large gazebo. They skirted the gazebo and crossed a board walk that sat over a stream, and went as close to nature as one could ever get. She was instantly assailed by nature’s voices; birds chirping and a gently gushing river in the distance, the sights and scents enveloping them, were all simply magical.
    They walked a few more meters where they were in open view of the river, Jordan placed the basket on the ground and took the blanket from her hand and opened it over the soft grass. She was so engrossed in the picturesque setting that she hadn’t realized he was seated until he pulled her down beside him on the blanket.
    “This place is marvelous Jordan”, she muttered finally breaking the trance.
    “I’m glad you like it”, he breathed.
    He began unpacking the basket which contained a mixture of baked chicken, steamed vegetables and potato salad. She watched, mesmerized as his muscles rippled under his shirt as he dished out a serving of the food in the finest china she had ever seen.
    “No suit today?” she noted, attempting to distract herself from the ever present awareness between them.
    “I decided to take the rest of the afternoon off”, he said nonchalantly, “no sense wearing a suit and tie to a picnic, is there?”
    “I guess not”.
    “I hope you like chicken”, he said handing the food to her, a hopeful smile on his face.
    “Sure”, she took it while he popped open a bottle of red wine.
    “Wine?”
    “I don’t drink” she informed him.
    “Just one little sip”, he coaxed propelling the glass towards her lips.
    “Alright”, she conceded, accepting the glass and swallowing a large gulp. She coughed as the bitter liquid clogged her throat, causing her eyes to water.
    “Sip slowly” he coaxed, rubbing her back soothingly.
    “I’m fine”, she said as soon as the pain in her throat began to recede, disturbed as his hand on her back went from soothing to a stimulating caress.
    He withdrew his hand and they resumed their meal in a soothing silence filled with sounds of the gushing river a few feet away.
    She frowned suddenly, “don’t they accept guest here for picnics and family outings”.
    “Yes, as a matter of fact they do”.
    “But there is no one here”, she proclaimed.
    “I rented the property for the evening”, he shrugged.
    “You what?” she exclaimed, “ this property is at least a hundred acres? I cannot imagine how much that must have cost”.
    “I’m flattered that you’re concerned”, he chuckled, “but I doubt I’ll be rendered bankrupt because of it”
    “I see”, she said embarrassed and returned to her meal.
    The food was delicious and after a sumptuous slice of sweet potato pudding she simply had to say it.
    “Hmm, that was delicious, who prepared it?” she wondered aloud, sipping the wine as he had suggested, finding it a bit less intolerable the more she consumed.
    “Pansy”, when she quirked an eyebrow, he clarified, “my housekeeper”.
    She gave a nervous laugh, “I thought you would say you’re mother did”.
    It was his turn to