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Kaylee
Setting up the bar at ten in the morning might’ve sounded crazy at most places, but Paradise Resort wasn’t like most places. Shortly after breakfast many of the guests began to take walks, and most of them added a cocktail or two to their excursions.
“Mornin’, ma’am,” came a deep, masculine voice from behind me as I reached up to place a bottle of Blue Curacao on the top shelf.
I turned to greet my very first guest of the day. “Good morning.” I turned around and paused, not expecting to find a handsome cowboy standing at the bar. “Sir.”
I’d been working on the island for a couple of weeks and had yet to see a cowboy. Or anyone wearing blue jeans and cowboy boots. Or a long sleeve shirt. Or a cowboy hat.
“Ya’ think you can make me up something exotic and not make it too stron
