CHAPTER 9
Faye ran her finger down the list of lunch options on the menu. With the waiter on standby, she was trying to decide between the soft shell crab salad and the cold seafood platter, which had prawns, salmon, and her favorite, oysters.
She was positively starving. After collapsing on the bed in the private beach house, the only space in the hotel that was sufficiently secluded enough for Faye’s taste, she had slept for almost two hours. When she woke she checked in with her staff, took a quick dip in the infinity pool, showered, and dressed for lunch. She had been alone all morning and decided to dine amongst the people.
One of the people, the waiter, stood patiently alert at her side.
“Oh, just bring me both of them,” Faye conceded, handing him the menu and releasing him to hi
