[oom] Victoria Cays

"Actually it's two islands, not just the one, but they're close enough together it doesn't matter.  You'll see."

Fiona sets her bag down in front of her door and tucks a strand of hair back behind her shades.  She's got butterflies in her stomach, but she won't let him see that. 

It's an island in the Caribbean.  It's a twenty minute water taxi ride to the nearest town with a bar nice enough to carry his brand of tequila (she checked), and if he doesn't like it, they find him another one.  Simple as that.

(She wants it to be perfect.  Some place for the two of them, free of any history.  Free to write their own history.)

Her heel bounces in her stilettos and she smooths her dress down for the umpteenth time.

"Go on.  Try the key."