Escape To Paradise: A Perfect Escapist Sweet and Spicy Summer Beach Read For 2024

Chapter 4

A New Beginning

We spent the following day at the beach and then hung out again at Maverick’s bar. As usual, Maverick was trying to press me for my phone number. The girls and I made cocktails for customers at the bar, which in the U.S. was not even legal or appropriate unless you have a bartender license. We were not trained professionals, but this was a different country, and the rules were lax. The girls didn’t seem to mind this, as they enjoyed making drinks for the customers. Since Maverick was such a novice at his job, we felt compelled to step in.

Around nine in the evening, the girls sat at a table, enjoying their drink. I was at the bar, drinking and chatting with Maverick. During the day, as I spent more and more time with him, I started to find his antics amusing and, frankly, even entertaining. Especially the way he fumbled around the bar.

“So, how did you land this gig?” I asked. I twirled the cocktail umbrella and sipped the cocktail that I had made. I couldn’t trust Maverick to make my drink because he would’ve just messed it up.

Maverick was cleaning the bar as it was near closing. He stopped wiping the countertop and answered my question.

“I lost a bet, actually.” He sounded so serious, but I knew he was just pulling my leg.

“Come on, give me the actual answer.”

“That’s the truth. I lost a bet.”

“Really? Are you kidding me?”

“I don’t lie, Harper.” He stared at me with his dark green eyes. I could see where Zofia was coming from. He was a good-looking man, but he just wasn’t my type.

“I don’t think you’re lying. I thought you were just joking. So, how did it happen?”

“Well, I was playing poker with my pals. And then, we made a deal that if I lost, I would have to buy this restaurant from my pal. He was thinking about getting out of it and moving back to the U.S. So, I hired a lawyer to handle the transfer and, in a month, I found myself the new owner of The Flamingo in Grenada.”

“You make it sound so easy.” Admittedly, I was surprised when he told me he was the owner. He looked like he had no business savvy at all.

“If he was your friend, I’m sure there was a way to get out of the bet. Right?”

He paused and replied, “You’re right. I could have gotten out of it, but I was thinking, what have I got to lose? I mean, I had never been to Grenada, and my life in the States was falling apart. Might as well risk it.”

“What do you mean falling apart?” I asked, curious now. He was not what he seemed.

I sensed his hesitation, and his green eyes stared at me with more intensity. “Well, I had just gotten divorced, and I figured, why not start over? It’s not as strange as it seems.”

“You’re right about that.”

“So, how about you? What’s your story, Chef Harper? Why are you here?”

“Same thing.”

I piqued his interest because he leaned forward and completely stopped what he was doing.

“Really? How so?”

“Well, we kind of have the same story, but in reverse.”

“Okay, spill.” He smiled his charming smile. With his flirtatious manner, I could see how many times he’d done this to women, luring them with his charms.

“I co-owned a restaurant with my fiancé. Found out he was cheating on me, and so I left him and the business. That was less than two months ago.”

Maverick placed his hand on his chest. “What? I can’t imagine any guy leaving you for another woman.” He sounded sincere, but the way he said it annoyed me.

“Why don’t you think so?”

“You’re a very beautiful woman. You’re intelligent and level-headed. How could any man take you for granted?”

My cheeks warmed, but a part of me was not buying his charming, flirtatious manner. I tried to find a comeback but couldn’t. Thankfully, Zofia interrupted us.

“Hey, Harper, let’s head back home,” she called out from across the room. “We got work to do tomorrow.”

“Well, it’s time for me to go,” I told Maverick.

“Why don’t you give me your number? I can show you around Grenada. I’ll make sure you’ll have a good time.” He winked.

“Listen, buddy,” I said, “you seem like a nice guy. But you’re really not my type.” I was surprised by my bluntness. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Still, it was the truth.

Maverick seemed taken aback. “Ouch. That hurt, Harper.”

“Just the truth.”

“Maybe I could change your mind?”

“Maybe.” I left it at that.

The girls came over to the bar and said their goodbyes to Maverick.

Zofia still hadn’t let it go. “You better give that guy a chance. He looks absolutely smitten with you.”

“Well, he’s a flirt.”

“Well, he’s very cute,” Kathleen added.

“He’s not my type still.”

We hopped onto the rental van and headed back to the boat.

***

Zofia had rented the van again. This time, we went to the market. Each of us did a supply run and then loaded them into the van. At the yacht, Paul helped carry the heavier load, like the sack of rice and bottled water. We were still shopping based on the previous chef’s menu. But after this charter, I would have to make my menu and shop accordingly.

Zofia had hired a local cleaner to help clean the rooms. That task took a whole day. I reviewed the menu and did the prep work with Kathleen. Our twelve guests would be coming in tomorrow, and I was already excited about the next charter. Our route would take us to the neighboring islands of Carriacou and Petite Martinique, and then back to St. Vincent, the Grenadines, and Grenada.

I woke up around five in the morning the following day. As usual, Kathleen and Zofia were still sleeping. I wanted to catch the sunrise again while drinking my coffee. I brewed a dark Italian Roast and drizzled cane sugar, and put half-and-half on it. Taking my coffee to the upper deck, I was surprised to find Captain Youssef looking out into the horizon again.

“Do you like watching the sunrise?” I asked as I approached him.

“I do. I talk to my late daughter sometimes. She should be around your age.” His eyes were misty as he glanced at me.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want this cup of coffee? I just made it.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind?”

“I can grab another cup later.”

Captain Youssef accepted the warm cup of coffee and sipped on it. “It’s very good.”

“Yeah, it’s dark roast. About your daughter… you said I was around her age?”

“She died twenty years ago. She should’ve been around twenty-eight or twenty-nine by now.” His eyes were on the horizon, waiting for the sun to come out.

“Do you mind if I ask what happened to her?”

“She was killed in Gaza. A bullet took her life. She was eight years old.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that. “

“It’s been a long time ago. They say wounds will heal over time, but apparently mine hasn’t.” The captain sounded sad. “But every time I look at the sunrise, I’m reminded of new beginnings. Her death was the reason we left my country.”

“I’ve lost a family member too. And it’s just been a year, and the pain is great. But I imagine the pain will always be there.” My voice started to crack.

“I’m sure we’ll meet them again in the next life.” Captain Youssef sounded hopeful.

“I’m sure we will.”

We stood there until the sun had come out, illuminating the sky.

“Well, it’s been good talking to you. I hope to see you again at another sunrise. Thank you for the coffee.” He smiled and turned to walk back inside.

I lingered for a few more minutes. I took my phone out and called my mom. As usual, it went directly to voicemail.

“Hey, Mom, you wouldn’t believe where I am right now. I’m in the Caribbean. I’m in Grenada. I work on a luxury yacht as a chef, and the crew is wonderful. There’s this captain. I think you’ll like him. He’s a very gracious and kind man. He lost his daughter. We watched the sunrise together. Anyway, I must go to work now. I love you. Goodbye.”

Around ten in the morning, the guests started boarding the yacht. Five of the guests were from one family, three were couples, and then a single guest. The single guest was the tallest in the bunch. Standing at probably six feet three inches, he towered over everyone. With his muscular physique, blonde hair, and blue eyes, he was quite the sight. He was wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt and a white hat. He caught my attention right away. As he boarded with his one travel bag, he smiled at me.

Kathleen and Zofia smiled as he passed by. Zofia whispered to me, “Wow, what a cutie.”

“Definitely a ten,” Kathleen smirked.

“You girls,” I chided them.

We each introduced ourselves to the guests. When I introduced myself, the tall guy introduced himself as Julian. Out of everyone, he was the only one who stretched out his hand to shake hands with the crew. He seemed very charming and affable.

Zofia and Paul led the guests to their rooms. Kathleen and I went directly to the kitchen to make lunch. We saved a lot of time when we did the prep work last night. In less than two hours, we had already finished the lunch menu. None of the guests were vegetarian, so it was easier to plan a menu around their preferences. For lunch, we prepared grilled mahi-mahi with refreshing pineapple and avocado salad, buttered coconut risotto, coconut rum cake for the adults’ desserts, and coconut sorbet for the teenagers. We also had alcoholic and non-alcoholic cocktails. The staff arranged lunch on the top deck.

The guests started introducing themselves to each other over lunch, and there was light banter and interesting conversation. Kathleen and I stayed briefly on the deck, just in case they needed something. One guest, a teenage girl, asked if we had any other flavor of sorbet. I told her we had vanilla and chocolate ice cream. She asked for the chocolate. Kathleen went down to get the chocolate ice cream. Zofia helped serve the water and the alcoholic cocktails.

It felt good, as all the guests had emptied their plates with no leftovers. As we cleaned up, some of them stayed on the deck to play games while the others went inside to play in the game room.

We arrived at the island after a couple of hours. Upon docking, some guests disembarked and went to the island. We stayed and prepared some drinks and snacks on the upper deck for the ones that stayed.

Paul took some guests on a small boat to the island; the rest of them stayed closer to the yacht to swim and go snorkeling. Julian opted to go paddle boarding on the shore and paddle boarded away from the boat.

The girls and I just stood there and watched our guests enjoying themselves in the water. No one had yet partaken of the snacks, but we were sure, after their swim, they would eat the light snacks we had prepared.

Zofia and Kathleen kept ogling Julian, and I guess, I was too. He was athletic and had well-defined muscles.

“Wow, he’s just a dream boat. So handsome. At least, we have some eye candy to keep us entertained for hours.” Zofia sighed.

“Yeah, he is a cutie.” I had to admit, Julian was indeed a very attractive man.

“I don’t know, though. I mean, he seems too perfect. I kind of still like Maverick’s ruggedness. Don’t you agree, Kathleen?” Zofia turned to Kathleen, who was still ogling Julian.

“They’re both cute in different ways.”

It was fun watching the guests enjoying their vacation. After a few hours, the guests who were snorkeling came back up to the yacht. Julian also came back, but his complexion had turned ruddy.

“I hope he used sunscreen. A sunburn is going to hurt,” Zofia commented.

Kathleen giggled.

“You girls are just too funny. Now back to work,” I ordered. I had to hold back on being the leader of the pack, but the girls didn’t seem to mind.

We served the guests their snacks and their drinks. Julian spoke to some of the guests as if he already knew them. They were very friendly with each other. Paul and the rest of the party didn’t come back until four p.m. By then, we had to head down to prepare for dinner.

Dinner was beef Wellington, mashed potatoes, and green salad. We served it with red wine. The teenagers got virgin cocktails. We served it in the dining area, where it was more formal. After dinner, some guests went upstairs while others went to the game room.

Julian approached me. “That was a great meal. And your name again, Chef?”

“It’s Harper.”

“Nice name. My name is Julian.”

Although he had already introduced himself to me on the first day, it seemed that he didn’t want me to forget his name.

“I noticed your accent. You’re American?”

“Yes, born and raised in Chicago.”

“Wonderful. I grew up in NY, then moved to Florida.” Julian was holding his red wine.

Zofia and Kathleen were busy cleaning up the table, and they smiled and winked at me. They pumped their fists in the air as if to cheer me on.

“It’s nice to see an American on this side of the planet.”

“Your friends seem to be Americans.” I pointed to the two couples that he was friendly with.

“Yes, they are, but I’ve invited them over. I’ve been convincing them to buy property on the island.”

“Are you into real estate?” I asked, suddenly curious about what he did for a living.

“Yes. I sell properties in Grenada and back home, too. I also trade stocks and stock options.”

“Interesting line of work.”

Julian took his time sipping his wine. “I’m staying in Grenada for a while. I’d like to show you around the island in your downtime.”

“Thanks for the invitation. But I don’t know when my downtime is exactly. I’m new to the job.”

Julian fished for something from his pocket. It was his wallet, and he took out a business card. He handed it to me and casually said, “Text me, ring me, e-mail me. I would really enjoy taking you on a tour. You’ll love it.”

I took the card and thanked him. He rejoined his friends, and they left to go to the upper deck, where they played poker. I joined the girls in cleaning the table and then the galley. It was around 9 p.m. when things quieted down, and we had our late dinner. As usual, the captain led the prayer, and everyone joined in. We enjoyed a simple meal of baked fish, coleslaw, and brown rice. Kathleen prepared the meal, as usual. It was the crew’s choice to have a simple dinner, but I took a mental note that I would cook something fancier for them.

The following day, we arrived at Petite Martinique. The island was smaller and surrounded by turquoise waters. This time, the guests all wanted to explore. We packed them lunches for their island excursion. Paul took two trips with the smaller motorboat to take the guests, with Zofia accompanying them. Kathleen and I did some prep work for dinner, and then, we had lunch with the captain.

After lunch, Captain Youssef invited me to the bridge. His gray-blue eyes gleamed with pride as he showed me the controls and told me how he steers the yacht. It looked so modern, and his chair was very comfortable.

“Did you always want to sail?” I asked.

He thought about the question a bit, and then, he answered, “Being stuck in a small place, I had always dreamed of faraway lands. I didn’t particularly dream of becoming a sailor. I just dreamed of traveling the world.”

“Where’s your family, Captain?”

“They’re in London right now. My eldest son is a doctor, and my second daughter is a lawyer.” He smiled as he mentioned his children.

“I’m sure you’re proud.”

“I am. I really am. No father could ask for more.”

“Is that your family?” I pointed to a family picture that sat near the controls, beside a picture of a young man and a young girl. The young girl was most likely his daughter. The one that died.

“Yes. That’s when my son graduated from medicine.”

“You have a lovely family and your wife is very beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“Is that your late daughter?”

The picture was of the younger Youssef holding his child. They were both smiling.

“Yes, that’s Fatima. It was taken a week before she died.” I could hear the pain in his voice.

“She was a pretty girl.”

“She was. She had my eyes.”

“Yes, I can see the resemblance. Your other two kids, I think they favored your wife,” I pointed out.

“Indeed.”

Captain Youssef changed the topic. “How are you liking your job?”

“I love it very much. It’s the best job I’ve ever had. It’s not stressful at all. I actually enjoy cooking for the guests.”

“I can tell. We’re lucky. We get to travel, and we get to enjoy life. But I still can’t wait to be home for my extended break.”

“So, who will take your place?”

“Another captain will take over for eight weeks. I’m sure you’ll like him as well. John’s a kind man. But I’ll be back in no time.”

“When will you have your vacation leave?” I asked.

“Just two more charters and then after that, I’ll take an extended break. Are you planning on going back to America?” he asked.

“Maybe not yet. I plan on exploring the islands. It’s months away. I’ve taken a one-month sabbatical. This job doesn’t feel like work. I feel like I’m on a vacation.”

“I agree.”

We chatted until it was time for me to return to the galley, where Kathleen had already prepared the ingredients for dinner.

“You could have waited for me. I could have helped you prepare,” I commented.

“I don’t mind prepping. Besides, that’s why I’m your sous-chef.” She was busy peeling the last few pieces of giant shrimp.

Kathleen was very proactive and required minimal supervision. She seemed to already know what to do, so it was easy working with her.

“If you were in Georgia, I would have hired you. I needed someone like you in my restaurant.”

“Thanks. I just love cooking, you know.” After she finished peeling the shrimp, she marinated it with the specially prepared marinade. Then, she added a dash of cayenne pepper.

There were bamboo skewers set aside. I helped assemble the shrimp kebabs. I placed one giant shrimp on the skewer and added pineapple, onions, and bell pepper, and then added another giant shrimp, cherry tomato, and red bell pepper. I had to repeat this for 36 more times. Kathleen prepared the dessert with a coconut flan, and then drinks.

Around five in the afternoon, the guests started streaming back in. Paul and Zofia went back for the rest of the guests and completed their trip around 5:30 p.m. Dinner was going to be served at 7 p.m. Grilling the shrimp was quick and easy so we were just right on schedule.

Julian went to the galley and asked for a cheese tray for the guests.

“Won’t it ruin your appetite?” I asked him.

“I doubt it. We did a lot of hiking in the island. I’m sure the guests will gobble up their dinner as well.”

“Okay. We’ll work on it.”

Kathleen prepared a cheese plate: fruits with different types of cheese and olives. Julian helped with the serving; it was a very thoughtful gesture.

Around 7 p.m., we started serving dinner. The guests were livelier this time around, and there was loud music. Their island excursion seemed to have brought them together. Unlike the first day, where certain groups kept to themselves. Julian was talking animatedly to a couple sitting across from him.

After serving dessert, some of the guests went to the upper deck to finish drinking their alcohol. There was ample lighting there, but it was the full moon that illuminated the outdoors. The moon was gigantic and gave a powdery glow to the deck. When I served some guests their cocktails, I could see the waves shimmering in the distance.

When I got up to serve, Julian approached me.

“Are you guys allowed to rest and unwind after work?” he asked, grabbing one of the cocktails from the serving tray.

“We can, after our shift is over, which is after you guys leave,” I explained.

“So, you guys work nonstop for seven days?” My answer seems to have taken him aback.

“Yes, we do. But I don’t consider this work. This is fun.”

“I know it’s very bold of me to ask again. But in your downtime, I’d really like to show you around Grenada,” Julian said confidently but in a friendly, inviting tone.

He didn’t seem like the flirty kind. In fact, he seemed very sincere. I surprised myself by saying yes to his invitation.

“You won’t regret it.” He smiled. His blue eyes seemed even bluer under the moonlight. “Just text me when you’re back on the island. I’ve been living there for over three years. I also make a mean cocktail and sushi.”

“Sushi? Really?”

“I spent a few years in Japan and took a few classes in sushi making. Anyway, I look forward to getting to know you better.”

“Okay, sure.”

“I’ll help you serve the drinks. Just go downstairs and rest.” Julian grabbed the serving tray from me. He smiled again and waved me off. “Go. Don’t worry.”

I was hesitant to go, but he seemed very keen on doing it himself.

When I got to the galley, Kathleen and Zofia were already halfway done with cleaning the dining table and loading the dishes in the dishwasher. Zofia was talking about her trip to the island with the guests.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your island excursion,” I commented.

“It was fun. I enjoyed it. How are the guests doing on the upper deck?” Zofia asked.

“They’re busy drinking their cocktails. Julian helped me with serving,” I told them.

“Well, it seems he likes you. He’s really helpful when you’re around.” Zofia smirked.

“No, I think that’s just his personality,” I said.

“I think he’s extra nice whenever you’re around, and that’s good. He’s very cute. You should go out with him if he asks you out,” Zofia added.

“You think he really likes me?” I asked.

“It would seem like it,” Zofia pointed out.

Kathleen agreed. “He’s cute. I’d go out with him if he asked me out, but so far, he hasn’t. Seems to be ignoring me. But it’s all good. I’ll get the next one.” She laughed. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“True,” Zofia said.

It was after nine when the crew had dinner. Then we chatted and played a board game; Captain played chess with Paul. It was around eleven when we went our separate ways. The girls wanted to go to the upper deck to drink a glass of wine, and I followed them. The guests had already retreated to their rooms. When we got there, there was only Julian. He was sitting by his lonesome in one of the deck chairs, still trying to finish his cocktail.

“You don’t want to go to sleep? There might be another excursion tomorrow,” I said to him.

Julian turned to me and said, “I knew that voice sounded familiar. Yeah, I’m just finishing my drink. I enjoy listening to the waves. It’s calming. And it’s an exquisite, calm night. I enjoy some solitude.”

“I hope you don’t mind that we brought our wine,” I said.

“I might even join you after I finish my cocktail.” Julian stared at his almost empty glass.

“You’re not liking the cocktail?” I asked.

“No, I do. It’s my third one.”

“Oh, okay.”

The girls sat at the far corner and were busy chatting amongst themselves. With a glass of Malbec in my left hand, I sat next to Julian. I sipped my wine as he finished his cocktail.

“I just love the ocean, don’t you?” Julian looked at me.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never had this much ‘ocean’ in a while. I’ve always been busy with my restaurant.”

“Tell me about that. What happened?” Julian leaned closer, placing the finished cocktail glass on the floor next to him.

“Benoit, my ex, and I owned a restaurant together. We grew it together from the ground up. It was our baby. I just didn’t realize that all my hard work would fall apart.” I sipped on the wine.

Julian eyed my wine. “Can I take a sip?” he asked.

I handed him my wine glass, not minding that we shared the same glass. He took a sip and shook his head. “Malbec. Not my favorite.” He handed it back to me.

“You’re good,” I complimented him.

“Yeah, I know my wine and my alcohol.”

“Well, apparently you do.”

“Wait till I mix you a drink.”

“I can’t wait.”

“So, go on with your story.” This time, his full attention was on me.

“I found out he wasn’t faithful, so I left and took a break, not only from him but from America.” I took another sip. He was right. Malbec wasn’t a spectacular wine, but it was sufficient enough.

“And now you’re here in the Caribbean. It seems you made the right choice. What’s your plan after your ‘break’?” Julian asked.

“Well, I plan on just living day by day for now.”

“Good for you.”

Julian was dangerously close. I could smell his cologne and his natural manly scent—warm woodsy, citrusy smell. He smelled good. I imagined I smelled like food; I still hadn’t taken a shower after working.

Over the distance, the ocean was calm, and there was a light breeze. We just sat there, enjoying the moment. I could hear the girls giggling from a distance.

Soon, it was past midnight, and the girls bid the both of us goodnight. I looked at Julian. He seemed caught up in his own thoughts. His cocktail glass was long dry.

“You’re not going to bed?” I asked.

“I’m a night owl. I’ll go to bed in a little bit. I usually go to bed by 3 a.m.”

“What time do you wake up?” I wanted to get to know him better.

“Well, late. I’m grumpy in the morning, if you want to know. I like to sleep in. Around 10 or 11 a.m. is when I’m usually up. How about you?”

“I usually am asleep by this time. Then I wake up at five in the morning and grab a cup of coffee. I love waking up when the whole world is still sleeping or starting to get up.” I remembered the good old days when I was still running my restaurant. I was always excited to get to work. Now, I’m excited to get up early so I can watch the sunrise. I didn’t mention this to Julian, though.

“Goodnight then. I don’t want to keep you up late. I’ll probably just fiddle with my phone.”

I bid Julian goodnight. I went down to our room and changed out of my work clothes. Then I took a quick shower and put on my pajamas. The girls were still giggling and talking amongst themselves.

“What are you guys giggling about?” I asked them as I hopped into my bed.

“Julian is so cute, and you guys look cute together,” Zofia said. “We were gossiping about you two.”

“Girls, girls. You know it’s never going to happen. Julian probably has a girlfriend.”

“We’ve been looking at his Instagram profile,” Kathleen added. “Don’t think he has someone. He does have pictures of his travels, though. He looks dreamy.”

“I admit he does look dreamy. And he smells good too.”

“What does he smell like?” Zofia asked.

“He smells like a nice-smelling, good-looking man,” I said.

“With muscles!” Kathleen giggled.

“Yes, with muscles.”

“It says on his profile that he’s from New York.”

“Funny, I didn’t detect a hint of New York accent,” I said, and then remembered he mentioned about moving from New York to Florida. I was almost tempted to get my phone out to check his profile out. But I decided against it; sleep was calling to me. “I’m going to sleep now, girls. Don’t stay up too late. We still have work tomorrow.”

“Yes, boss!” Kathleen said with a giggle.

***

I woke up when I heard the engine stop; we had arrived at our destination. I had briefly read about our itinerary, which was posted on the wall in the galley. Today, we stopped at Souffrier, St. Lucia. It was in the southern part of the island.

I looked at the wall clock—it was five-thirty in the morning. I got up from the bed, grabbed my robe, and tiptoed out of the room. I brewed coffee in the pot; this time, I chose the Ethiopian medium roast beans, which had a bold, earthy smell. There was enough for four cups of coffee, and I poured some into two thermal cups with lids. I added one packet of sugar and cream. Then, I went to the upper deck. Just as I expected, Captain Youssef was there, waiting for the sunrise. I handed him his coffee, and he thanked me.

Our view was different this time. Instead of the calm ocean, we were looking at the island itself. A cone-like mountain was jutting out from the island. It was the Gros Piton, a mountain formed from the remnants of ancient volcanic lava. Geologists had called it a lava spine. The view was breathtaking.

We docked near Jalousie Beach. With the sun directly behind us, we watched as the sunlight crept up on the island, the surrounding greenery, and the mountains, illuminating the wonderful view. The captain and I were just in awe of the beauty of nature.

“I can see that your job never gets old.”

“I know. It doesn’t.” The captain sipped his coffee. “You should go with the guests. Join them in their excursion. Pack up lunches and join them on a tour.”

“Who is going to stay here with you?” I asked.

“I’m a grown man. I can stay here. Take the girls with you. Come back before sundown.”

“Thanks, Captain.”

“See St. Lucia, I’ve been here a dozen times.”

We finished our coffee and agreed to meet again tomorrow morning for our morning cup. I felt at ease with Captain Youssef, and he was becoming a fatherly figure to me. I wished I had a dad like him growing up. I could barely remember my dad; he left when I was nine years old.When I emerged from my shower, I was determined to make the guests’ breakfast and pack their lunches.

When I got to the galley, Zofia and Kathleen were already there. I told them the good news.

“Girls, the captain wants all three of us to join the guests in their island excursion.”

Kathleen clapped her hands in glee.

“Let’s get working then!” Zofia said. “I’ll help pack the lunch.”

“I’ll make all the breakfast, and Kathleen, you make the lunches. It’s going to be sub sandwiches. Make meatball sandwiches, tuna sandwiches, and cold-cut sandwiches. Pair it with chips and a side salad.”

“I would help cook if I could, but I’ll pack the lunches and make sure the guests have water and juice to drink,” Zofia volunteered.

“That’s good! Now, time to go to work. We have little time. I’ll prepare breakfast and spare a sandwich for the captain.”

By 8 a.m., the guests started trickling into the dining area. I made bacon, eggs, omelets, pancakes, breakfast tacos and quiche. I also sliced fresh fruits and served non-alcoholic and alcoholic mimosa.

Julian had dropped by the galley area and asked for coffee; I gave him a cup of regular dark coffee with one cream and one sugar. He was yawning still.

“This is too early for me, Harper! I may need you to make me another cup after I finish this.” He tried to stifle another yawn.

“I told you. You shouldn’t have stayed up late. I did glance at the excursion,” I told him. “It’s going to involve hiking up a mountain.”

“Oh, God, I’m fucked! Make that two more dark coffee, please!” He flashed a smile.

I laughed at his reaction. He was handsome, even with his disheveled hair. I could see his stubble growing. He really had the most beautiful blue eyes, reminding me of the ocean.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you caffeinated throughout the excursion.”

“You’re going with us to the island?”

“Yeah, we’re making and packing your lunch.”

“Goody. I can’t wait. I’d very much like to be in your company.”

“Go get your breakfast.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Julian joined the guests at the breakfast table, and I busied myself finishing up breakfast. Kathleen worked fast, and she was halfway done with the lunch sandwiches. Zofia was serving the guests their breakfast. I scanned the itinerary for the day again.

Tet Paul Nature hike

Piton Falls

Sulphur Springs

I made a mental note to take two boxes of protein bars for the trip and make sure that the guests take two large bottles of water. Our guests would need it. They were younger, with the oldest couple in their late fifties. We even had teenagers in the group. But most looked fit.

The guests were told that the first batch should be ready by 9:30 a.m. Paul instructed them to bring sunscreen or sunblock, swimsuits, a change of clothes, towels, and good hiking shoes. Paul was going to be taking a few trips on the dinghy to transport everyone.

If we were going with the guests, we would have to carry the food in our backpacks. Zofia and Kathleen packed two large backpacks with the food and drinks. It was going to be bulky but not heavy. That’s why I only packed subway sandwiches, so it wouldn’t add more weight to our trip.

Zofia and Kathleen were part of the first batch to get to the shore. Julian and I were amongst the second batch of guests. Julian sat next to me and helped carry my backpack, which was full of snacks—protein bars, chocolates, and juice packs. The boat ride just took 15 minutes, and Paul calmly maneuvered the boat to the shore despite some slight winds.

Soon, Paul was leading the group to the two hired vans and their designated drivers. I was the only crew member in the second van. Paul and the girls were in the first. Julian sat next to me at the very back. He was wearing shorts, and I wore leggings with a white T-shirt. I also had my hair in a bun. He pressed his leg against mine, even though there was more room.

The guests were busy laughing and joking amongst themselves, with Julian joining in the laughter. I tried to shift my position so our legs wouldn’t touch. The van started moving, and it was fine for a while until we hit the bumpy parts. Once it did, I found myself not only pressed against Julian’s leg, but touching it, so I wouldn’t fall over. Julian smiled as I also touched his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked. His eyes were mesmerizing. I’ve never been this close to him before.

“I’m good. I’m good.” I suddenly became self-conscious.

“Be careful. It might get rough again.” He said as the van started shaking.

The rough road went on for several more minutes until we got to our destination.

This would not be a lazy day for sure. Our first destination was Tet Paul Nature Trail, which was going to take forty-five minutes, the driver had said. He pointed us out to the local guide that was waiting for the group. Our guide’s name was Martin. He was a fit young local in his early twenties, who spoke perfect English. He told us to bring some water and food and to make sure we were not carrying too much load. Although the hike to the top wasn’t too strenuous, a lighter load would make our hike more enjoyable.

I handed out the water, snacks, and protein bars to the guests. It would be hard for me to carry all that load to the top. We left our sandwiches in the van.

The guests put sunblock on each other. Julian rubbed on himself, and then he asked me if I could put some on his nape and upper back. I was apprehensive about doing so at first but decided there wasn’t really anything to it. He was over six feet tall, and I was only five foot six, so he had to bend down. He had a very muscular, well-toned body, which I felt as I rubbed him with lotion.

After I finished lathering him, he offered to lather my back. I declined. That would have been too provocative. He offered to carry my backpack for me, and he was so insistent, I relented.

We followed the guide up the steps. The steps were carved from the ground, without using concrete, and there was a wooden rail on the side we could hold on to. The steps were not very steep, but as we ascended, my calves felt it, so I held on to the wooden rail.

The girls went up with the first batch of guests, so I was the last one. I was following Julian. After thirty minutes, I started breathing heavily. Julian could obviously hear me because he turned around and asked if I was okay.

“I’m okay. I’m just not used to hiking,” I said, pausing to catch my breath. I could still talk, but I couldn’t talk and breathe at the same time.

Julian stopped and offered me some water.

“It’s in the backpack.” I tried to hide the fact that I was breathless, but he could obviously see it. I was sweating. I wasn’t a very fit person. I had a slim frame and body, but I’d never really exercised or went on hikes. My life was centered on running my business.

Julian handed me the water bottle. I surprised myself by gulping the contents down quickly, leaving only a quarter of the water.

“You’re really thirsty,” Julian commented.

“I know. I didn’t expect that.” I laughed. “I’ll hold on to this.” I was going to take small sips on my way up.

When we reached the top, I was glad. The view was amazing. We could see the Pitons, the spiky mountains created from an ancient volcano. We could also see the islands of Martinique and St. Vincent in the distance. It was worth all the effort.

The guests started hydrating and eating their protein bar. Then, everyone took pictures. I whipped up my phone and took a selfie. Julian offered to take my picture, but I asked him to join in the picture instead. I also helped take his photo along with the photo of the other guests. Then the girls and I took a selfie of us making faces.

The girls were being girls as always, being happy and giggling. I noticed, though, that Zofia asked if Paul wanted a picture. Paul was always very uptight and professional, but he obliged. He joined us in our selfie. But he couldn’t make a silly face; he just smiled. Zofia’s body language changed around Paul. She walked close to him and kept touching him whenever they were talking. I asked Kathleen if there was something going on between the two.

“Well, it seems that way. There’s definitely chemistry there,” Kathleen noted.

“They look cute together.”

“They do.”

After taking in the view for thirty minutes, the group descended the trail. Our next stop was the Piton Falls. After the hike, it would be good for the guests to cool off. The falls was less than twenty-minute drive away. The roads were paved, but some parts were uneven, I felt like I was being shaken at the back. Julian seemed content and was smiling throughout the ride. It wasn’t a comfortable ride, but Julian provided some cushion on my right side as I rocked side to side.

When we emerged from the van, I felt very relieved. But we had to hike at least 15 minutes to get to the falls. I didn’t mind the hike because we were on level ground. Unlike I told them the good news the last hike, which was more of a vertical climb and was harder for my legs.

When we reached the falls, it was a bit underwhelming. I was expecting giant falls with cascading waters, but it was just a small falls with a pool underneath that catches the water from the falls. There wasn’t a lot of water cascading down the rocks.

The guests didn’t seem to mind. Most of them got into the pool, even if it was crowded. I dipped my foot in the pool; it wasn’t as cold as I expected. In fact, it was warm.

The guests had enjoyed the water for over thirty minutes before stopping for a lunch break. The girls and I went on work mode as we helped distribute the juice and water. The guests had their sandwiches ready. To those that needed some sweets, I handed them some chocolate bars. They were satisfied with the lunch. The crew ate our sandwich, too. I had the tuna sandwich while the girls had the cold cuts. Paul also had the tuna sub sandwich.

The guests changed into dryer clothes. Next on our agenda was the Sulphur Springs. It was less than a twenty-minute drive from the falls. When we got there, there were a lot of people and descending pools of water. An active volcano was underneath, heating the water. The smell of sulfur was strong; it had a strong rotten egg smell. But after a few minutes of whiffing the air, my nose got used to it. The first pool was the hottest so the guests skipped that. The second was not as hot, but the guests preferred the third pool. Everyone crowded into the third or fourth pool.

Julian stripped his shirt off, revealing his ripped body. I tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. He jumped into the pool and invited me to join him, but I just sat by the side. I dipped my feet in the water; it was hotter than my usual morning hot shower. I got up and dipped my toes in the second, and then the first pool. The temperature was too hot for my liking, so I went back to the third pool.

The guide gave the guests a bucket of mud and told them to apply it on their bodies. The minerals and the sulfur had antimicrobial properties and were supposedly good for the skin. The guests took turns rubbing the mud on their backs. Julian had difficulty reaching his back, so I offered to help. He seemed appreciative and offered to slather mud on me. I declined because I didn”t bring a swimsuit. The guests were told to wait for the mud to dry up, and then they could apply another layer. Then, the guide encouraged the guests to use the mud to draw patterns on their bodies. Julian’s mud dried up, and I drew squiggly lines around his torso and arms and a face emoji on his chest.

I decided to join in on the fun and slathered my legs with the mud. Kathleen and Zofia slathered mud on their arms and faces; they were laughing. Zofia chased Paul and tried to smear his clean face with mud, but he was too fast, and she couldn’t catch up. I didn’t like the idea of slathering mud on my face, so I just slathered it on my arms aside from my legs.

After the mud had dried up, I went to the third pool and waddled up to my thighs to get the mud off me. Julian did the same, asking me to help remove the mud on his back.

The last trip was back to Jalousie Beach. It was only 4 p.m., and the guests still had lots of time to enjoy the beach. Paul had decided to take me and the girls back to the yacht so we could prepare dinner. Julian had stayed behind with the guests. The beach looked inviting, but it was back to work for the crew.

We hopped into the dinghy with Paul at the helm. Paul was all smiles now. He was usually quiet, but he was starting to open up.

“Did you guys enjoy the trip?” he asked us.

“Yeah, it was amazing,” I said.

He turned to me. “What was the best part?”

“Everything. I loved the view of the Pitons. And the mud bath was amazing.” I really had fun. Somehow, our work didn’t feel like work.

“Cool.”

Zofia butted in, “You forgot to ask us, Paul.”

Paul started blushing. “I’m sorry. Yes, what did you guys enjoy the most?”

“Everything!” Zofia said. “The best part was the company, especially your company.”

Kathleen giggled.

“I’m glad.”

Paul and Zofia had this playful energy surrounding them. They seemed to have a budding relationship.

Paul dropped us off at the yacht and went back to the beach for the guests. Now, it was back to work. For today, we were going to have pork tenderloin, and ahi tuna for the guests opting for seafood. Then we were going to serve salad with honey vinaigrette dressing. For dessert, we prepared warm lemon meringue pie. We had finished cooking by six-thirty, and around 6:45, the guests started arriving. By half past seven, everyone was already served.

The guests were much quieter this time. The exhaustion from the hike and their swim likely affected most of them. But they sure had voracious appetites; there were no leftovers after the meal. After dinner, some guests retired early; half of them went up to the upper deck to get cocktails.

The crew had dinner around 8:30 p.m. I did a little bit of food prep for breakfast, but after that, I stopped working. I went on the upper deck to join Julian and the rest of the guests. When Julian saw me approaching, he walked towards me.

“Did you enjoy your excursion today?” Julian asked, a cocktail in his right hand.

“I did. How about you?”

“Of course. I mean, I always love exploring the neighboring islands.”

“That’s great. I’ve never really explored much outside of the U.S.”

“Well, you should. The world is your oyster.” He took a sip of his cocktail.

“I didn’t realize what I was missing until today. These islands are beautiful.”

Julian and I started chatting about the U.S., and how we had a lot in common. Julian could cook and make cocktails, and we both loved the same type of movies. We both loved the Fight Club and The Usual Suspects.

“I can’t tell you how much I love those films.”

I was getting more comfortable around Julian; he made me feel at ease. I said, “Yeah, they’re my favorite, too.”

“You should watch it with me. In my villa, in Grenada. When you go back there. Just ring me up.”

“You mean, a movie date?”

“Yes, a movie date. Bring the popcorn. I’ll make cocktails.”

“It’s a date then.”

He extended his pinky finger. “Pinky swear?”

I thought it was silly but cute. I touched his pinky finger with mine. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you. I swear.”

“I can’t wait. You won’t regret it; I make the best cocktails.”

“I believe you.”

The following morning, the captain sailed to the northern part of the island, the Castries. It was the capital of St. Lucia, and so, there were more people there. The port was super busy. As usual, we packed the guests’ lunches for the island excursion. This time, I didn’t go with them, but Paul and the girls went.

I enjoyed my quiet time, which allowed me to check my emails. I finally got another email from my lawyer. He informed me that Benoit seemed to be agreeable to our terms and was still in the process of ironing out the paperwork. I emailed my lawyer back to let him know I had read the email. Then I called Lisa on her messenger. It was very early in the morning in Colorado, but I knew she was already up.

Lisa answered right away. She had placed her phone on the floor as she was doing her morning yoga routine.

“What’s up, Harper?” Lisa was doing a downward facing dog pose.

“I was just checking up on you and the boys.”

Lisa changed her pose and was now on her stomach, extending her spine and propping herself up with her hands. “I’m good. The boys are good. How about you?”

“Doing good. It’s been exciting here on the island. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m sure it is. I went to the Caribbean years ago during my honeymoon. I can’t wait to go back there.”

“Yeah, you and the boys should visit. I might rent a house here,” I revealed, surprising myself by the confession.

She sat up and faced the phone. “So, are you staying there for a while or for good?”

“I like it here. I mean, I’ll probably stay here for a while.”

Lisa tilted her head, curious. “How long is a while?”

I paused, and then answered, “Indefinitely.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “Wow, you really like it there that much?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s different here. Did you know I’ve never really enjoyed sunrises until I came here?”

She started a different yoga pose—the pigeon pose. She was sitting on one of her legs and extended her back. “Yeah, you were a workaholic. I think you need the change of pace. Any other developments?”

“I am kind of flirting with a guy.”

Lisa stopped what she was doing and grabbed the phone. She stood up. “Girl, are you for sure? That’s great! So, spill. What is he like?”

“He’s tall, handsome, muscular, sweet and has blue eyes.”

“Ah, that’s what gets you, right? Those sparkling blues?” Lisa laughed. She grabbed her water bottle and drank.

“I mean, it’s too early. But he’s considerate, and he pays attention.”

“Well, good for you, Harper. You should enjoy yourself. Just don’t get into a serious relationship right now. Just shag the guy and have fun. It’s too soon, since Benoit.”

“I know. It’s too soon. Yeah, I’m just having fun.”

“Great! Anyway, I may have to take a quick shower. Enjoy yourself there. We miss you. I’ll make sure the boys write you an email. I may have to prepare breakfast.”

“Don’t burn the house down, Lisa.”

Lisa smirked. “It’s bound to happen, right?”

“You’re too much. Goodbye.”

“Bye sweetie!” Lisa gave me an air kiss and hung up.

***

Kathleen and Zofia came back around 4 p.m. to help prepare dinner. As usual, we prepared a proper meal for our guests, and after dinner, they had cocktails. The following day was going to be our last day in St. Lucia, and we were going to Rodney Bay and Gros Islet. Paul recommended that we go with the guests since it was our last day in St. Lucia. Friday nights at Gros Islet would be a street party with food, music, and dancing. All the guests opted to go, which meant I would not be cooking for dinner.

We hired two vans to take us. I wore a white cotton dress and flip-flops.

“You look pretty in that dress,” he complimented me. He was wearing a white linen shirt and khaki pants with opened-toed sandals.

My cheeks warmed. “Thank you.”

We went in the second van. Again, I sat at the back with Julian. The drive was just twenty minutes. When we arrived, he helped me get out of the van, offering his hand.

It was a cool night, and there were plenty of tourists. We arrived around 7 p.m., and there was already loud music and dancing on the streets. Several vendors lined on both sides. I scanned the food vendors, eyeing several skewered meats, fish, and other seafood. The vendors were also selling beer and other alcoholic drinks. I opted to try the skewered chicken, which tasted smoky from the charcoal. They used a combination of spices that tasted novel to my taste buds.

Julian ordered the same. He didn’t seem impressed by it as he examined the meat but scarfed it down anyway. I ordered a cocktail from a vendor selling alcohol, and Julian did the same. The guests congregated in the middle of the street where the people were dancing. Paul and Zofia were dancing together, while Kathleen danced with one of the friendly locals. Julian asked me to dance with him.

“I can’t really dance,” I confessed, feeling embarrassed by this fact.

“It’s easy to dance. I’ll show you.”

Julian grabbed my hands and showed me the dance steps. Forward step, back step, side-to-side step. I stared at his feet and tried to follow his lead, and it took a while. All the while, our bodies were closed; his body felt warm and firm. And I could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheeks.

“See, you’re getting it.” He had the whitest smile.

My feet were slowly catching up to the rhythm of the music, and I didn’t feel so awkward anymore.

“Just listen to the beat. Tap, tap, tap…” he said, almost in a whisper.

Slow music had started playing in the background, and Julian continued to dance with me. He pressed his body even closer to mine, and we swayed side to side. My cheeks rested against his chest, and I suddenly remembered Benoit.

I used to sleep on his chest at night and would feel his chest rise and fall. Benoit used to be my rock, my pillar of support, but now, he was no longer in my life. Sadness weighed on me at the thought. Right now, I was dancing with someone else, on an island, far, far away from everything I’ve known. The reality of it all gave me a heavy feeling down to my core. I looked up at Julian, and he stared at me with his soft blue eyes. I placed my head on his chest as we danced the night away. I felt safe with him.