8
The morning soaked its way into the room, filling the bed with its warmth and the promise of another day in paradise. Claire studied the lines on Trad's face. He was a rugged, good looking man. For being just a few years older than her, his face was already showing the weather beaten signs of a life spent in the rough outback of the west. She leaned in and kissed his forehead then quietly began to get ready for the day.
Trad slept late. Claire was surprised with this behavior. For the past three days now, he was up before dawn - leaving her with a thoughtful note as he worked steadily until the markets on the east coast closed. Today was the first day with a break from that routine. Once she was dressed and ready, she sat in the comfortable chair in the corner of the room, listening to
