That Island Feeling

Prologue – Pearl Island, Summer 1990

Prologue

PEARL ISLAND, SUMMER 1990

‘N ew swimsuit?’ Harry sets his snorkel aside and pulls himself up onto the pontoon. Droplets of water bead across his chest as he leans down to plant a kiss on his new wife’s bare shoulder, pausing to admire her pert nipples glistening in the sunshine.

‘It’s my honeymoon suit.’ Lily shuffles to get comfortable on her pillow.

‘Strikingly similar to your birthday suit, isn’t it?’ Harry raises an approving eyebrow as he sinks down next to her, his head nestling into her softness.

‘Same designer, I believe,’ she says. ‘Spot anything interesting down there?’

‘Some breathtaking Zooxanthellate scleractinia .’

‘Fascinating.’ Her tone tells him she thinks it’s anything but.

‘Also, the little mermaid,’ he adds, tilting his head to nibble on her earlobe.

‘Mmmmm.’

Now he has a captive audience. His hand instinctively moves between her legs.

‘Harry!’ she cries out.

He grins, sheepish. ‘There’s only the fish to watch us, Lil.’

Harry continues caressing until Lily brings him in for a kiss. Hard to believe this is the woman he gets to spend the rest of his life with.

‘Shall we make our baby?’ he whispers.

‘Careful,’ she giggles. ‘I’m all oysters and wine.’