“Yes, so am I, but… I wonder about the fit. I’ve never had a suit made in two days.”
Tara nodded thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve never had dresses made in such a short time, certainly not ones made of silk.”
John shrugged. “Oh well, we’ll soon find out if we’ve made a mistake or not. Anyway, it’s been a good start to our holiday.”
“The day’s not over yet,” Tara said demurely, tossing her hair and looking John over. “That’s unless you’re feeling tired…”
John’s face warmed in anticipation. “Oh, that sounds like an invitation.” He stood up. “Let’s go.”
No sooner had they made it to their room and closed the door, they were in each other’s arms, kissing desperately. John broke away and started to take off Tara’s clothes. As he removed her dress, his eyes shot up in surprise. Tara wore a green
