Stacey arrived at Aloha Hideaway, a sense of peace descending on her that she’d missed during her overnight stay just down the beach. There were several smaller hotels along the main drag that ran the length of Getaway Bay, as well as three bed and breakfasts dotting the area. Hers was tucked away between palm trees and a few acres of wild forest, with so much greenery, flowers, and four water features, the online pictures almost didn’t look real.
But they were real, and Stacey had people to maintain all the amenities of her business. She needed to, because there was no way she could refurnish the rooms with luxury beds like the one she’d slept in last night. She didn’t have funds for bigger flatscreen TVs. She almost had enough for new carpet, and she could refresh the rooms with paint o
