by Indigo Blu

Created on: May 09, 2009

With this being her last day on the island, Rhys walked along the beach, admiring a horizon so perfect, only God could have created it. "Do I really have to go back, God?" she sighed aloud. Her flight headed out at 12:20PM tomorrow, so she had to make the best of today.

Rhys had never traveled abroad, but she always wanted to do so. Things became so hectic in her world that she just threw her hands up,pointed to a place on the map, and jumped on the computer to make her airline and hotel reservations. No, she didn't have the money for a spontaneous trip. But she didn't care at this point. She would deal with non-sufficient funds and disconnection notices when she got back.

She felt safe and alive in this world. Maybe this is why people go on vacation, she thought. Maybe this is what is called "getting away". But it was so different for Rhys. For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged here. She felt like God created this paradise just for her. As she was walking, she tripped over her feet and landed face down in the sand. "Ugh!"

"Hey, are you alright?", a voice called out.

"Oh yeah, yeah. I'm fine," Rhys randomly shouted back. She didn't know where the voice was coming from, but she wanted to be courteous. Next thing you know, the man attached to the voice appeared. "I'm rather clumsy. Not the most refined and sophisticated person."

"Hey, it happens to the best of us", the man said. Whew! Skin like cocoa, a glistening bald head, at least 6'2", and around 235 lbs., respectively. Yes, this was a very good-looking man by Rhys' standards. However, for Rhys, a physically attractive man meant very little to her. See, Rhys was very attractive in her own right...5'8", 151 lbs., skin the color of Terra cotta with gorgeous thick, jet black curly hair that cascaded over her shoulders and fell below the bra strap. Yes, Rhys was a looker, so she obviously attracted nice looking men. However, she learned some very hard lessons in her many courtships. The main one: Don't judge a book by its cover. But this man was different. His approach was very confident and strong, yet humble and gentle. She was checking this one out.

"I'm Marcello. Marcello St. Martin," he continued, as he extended his hand to shake hers.

"Rhys. Rhys Jordan," she replied while shaking his hand. She knew it. She knew it and she felt it. This was not going to be some island tryst, or some "Stella Got Her Groove Back" jive. Nah, this felt way different. She loved the feeling, even though

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