CHAPTER SIX
"The first motel," Tanya had said as a joke when Chance first asked her where she'd like to go on their honeymoon. Chance wanted Spain, and Tanya decided England or Italy would be nice. In the end, they compromised on Miami since it was the only spot the young attorney's bank book could afford, especially since it was just before the winter tourist season.
"Shall we go downstairs for dinner?" Chance turned to his new wife after the bell hop left them alone in their suite. "Or would you prefer room service?"
"Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this for three months," Tanya said, "and if you think you're going to walk out of this room to get something to eat, just forget it, Mr. Chance Weston."
He laughed. He had no intention of leaving the room. He also had waited three
