Chapter 17
Seven days, four cocktail parties, and three gossip columns later, we pulled anchor and started back to Miami.
“What a vacation,” I sighed as we stood on deck and watched St. Lucia slide away.
“That was no vacation,” Car said, shaking her head. “I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted from the last few weeks. Now I really need a vacation.”
“I need a reality check,” I said. “It will be good to get home.”
“Yes, but I’ve become accustomed to you being beside me every night.” She took a deep breath. “We may have to wean ourselves away.”
My breath caught. I’d almost forgotten that I wouldn’t sleep with her every night. “Yes, that will be the hard part.”
She reached for my hand. “It will take two days to get back to Miami. Let’s make the most of it.”
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When the yacht
