"Maybe you're right," she admits, her voice dropping to a softer decibel as he draws her closer by his hold on her hand. His lips are warm where they meet her skin, and maybe she is kidding herself in thinking that there aren't going to be the kind of interruptions that come with the island, that she isn't going to wake up one morning and be right back in that hotel room in the city.

But there's a piece of her finding more and more reasons why this place is better for her, will always be better.

"It certainly lends itself to the whole 'eat, drink and be merry' way of life," she points out.