You know Iâm with Kai.â
âYeah, yeah. Anyway, what did you buy?â her mother asked looking at the bag resting in Kyraâs hands.
âSome candles. I got some pink and white ones to match my room,â she said, leaving out the exact inventory.
âThat sounds cute. We should get going, though. We have to walk all the way home, and I still have to fix dinner.â She shifted the full basket of goods in her arms. It was obvious that her energy was dissipating.
âOkay,â Kyra said, still preoccupied, making sure to glance down the road one last time before starting on their trek back home.
Something inside Kyra had clicked when she saw Justin. She didnât understand it. Something she didnât understand made him linger in her mind all evening. She didnât like his dreads, but he was very, very, very attractive. Occasionally, she would snap out of her infatuation when thoughts of Makai resurfaced. Kai was her heart, even if her mind played with the memory of her encounter with Justin for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 6
A t noon the following day, Kyra and her mother were crossing the water that separated the islands of Prince Paul and Providenciales. The sun was shining, but there was no breeze to offer relief from the heat. The sky was clear, and the water was the crystal blue the Caribbean was famous for.
As the ferry parted the waters, Kyra sat on a bench in the small closed cabin and stared out the porthole. In the distance, she could see the hotel resorts that dotted the coastline. Kyra admired the long stretches of sandy white beaches. Providenciales appeared to be a lively place with lots of people, and she liked that. Prince Paul was as nice as it was quiet. Being from Chicago, she wasnât used to that. She loved the hustle.
Once the ferry pulled into port, Kyraâs mother navigated their Jeep onto the dock amid a slew of other cars and people. The island of Providenciales was larger than Prince Paul, and home to more businesses. Downtown, Kyra made a mental note of the shops and boutiques. She also noticed other placesânightspots, a spa and an old-style movie theater.
The Jeep came to a halt in front of the Sands at Grace Bay Resort, putting an end to Kyraâs sightseeing. The short ride to the oceanside hotel was not long enough to prepare them for the beauty of the six three-story buildings that comprised the hotel and the lush tropical landscaping that surrounded them.
Kyra could still hear the roar of the waves as she entered the lobby. She appreciated its laid-back décor as her mother headed over to the reservation desk, where a tall, dark, thin, muscular man was waiting. He had glistening dark brown eyes, and his dark brown hair was in little dreadlocks. His fitted tan suit hung well on his handsome frame.
âHi, I take it you are Mrs. Jones.â The man took her motherâs hand in his and shook it firmly, smiling to reveal his straight white teeth. She smiled back at the gentleman.
âYes. And you areâ¦?â
âMy name is Matthew Daniels. Iâm your new boss. We spoke on the phone.â
âOh! Hello. Iâm sorry!â Geneva let out a small chuckle, realizing her mistake.
âAnd I take it this pretty young lady is Kyra?â Matthew said, turning his attention to Kyra and shaking her hand.
âYes, this is my daughter.â Her mother beamed with pride.
âNice to meet you. I see where you get your beautiful looks from.â
âYeah.â Kyra plastered a fake smile on her face and offered a limp handshake.
âWell! Should we get this tour moving? I donât know about you two, but I havenât eaten all day, and I cannot wait for lunch.â Matthew let out a nervous laugh in an attempt to enliven the mood.
âMe, neither,â Geneva said, even though she had eaten breakfast before they left the house that morning. Kyra couldnât help rolling her eyes at the useless
âYeah, yeah. Anyway, what did you buy?â her mother asked looking at the bag resting in Kyraâs hands.
âSome candles. I got some pink and white ones to match my room,â she said, leaving out the exact inventory.
âThat sounds cute. We should get going, though. We have to walk all the way home, and I still have to fix dinner.â She shifted the full basket of goods in her arms. It was obvious that her energy was dissipating.
âOkay,â Kyra said, still preoccupied, making sure to glance down the road one last time before starting on their trek back home.
Something inside Kyra had clicked when she saw Justin. She didnât understand it. Something she didnât understand made him linger in her mind all evening. She didnât like his dreads, but he was very, very, very attractive. Occasionally, she would snap out of her infatuation when thoughts of Makai resurfaced. Kai was her heart, even if her mind played with the memory of her encounter with Justin for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 6
A t noon the following day, Kyra and her mother were crossing the water that separated the islands of Prince Paul and Providenciales. The sun was shining, but there was no breeze to offer relief from the heat. The sky was clear, and the water was the crystal blue the Caribbean was famous for.
As the ferry parted the waters, Kyra sat on a bench in the small closed cabin and stared out the porthole. In the distance, she could see the hotel resorts that dotted the coastline. Kyra admired the long stretches of sandy white beaches. Providenciales appeared to be a lively place with lots of people, and she liked that. Prince Paul was as nice as it was quiet. Being from Chicago, she wasnât used to that. She loved the hustle.
Once the ferry pulled into port, Kyraâs mother navigated their Jeep onto the dock amid a slew of other cars and people. The island of Providenciales was larger than Prince Paul, and home to more businesses. Downtown, Kyra made a mental note of the shops and boutiques. She also noticed other placesânightspots, a spa and an old-style movie theater.
The Jeep came to a halt in front of the Sands at Grace Bay Resort, putting an end to Kyraâs sightseeing. The short ride to the oceanside hotel was not long enough to prepare them for the beauty of the six three-story buildings that comprised the hotel and the lush tropical landscaping that surrounded them.
Kyra could still hear the roar of the waves as she entered the lobby. She appreciated its laid-back décor as her mother headed over to the reservation desk, where a tall, dark, thin, muscular man was waiting. He had glistening dark brown eyes, and his dark brown hair was in little dreadlocks. His fitted tan suit hung well on his handsome frame.
âHi, I take it you are Mrs. Jones.â The man took her motherâs hand in his and shook it firmly, smiling to reveal his straight white teeth. She smiled back at the gentleman.
âYes. And you areâ¦?â
âMy name is Matthew Daniels. Iâm your new boss. We spoke on the phone.â
âOh! Hello. Iâm sorry!â Geneva let out a small chuckle, realizing her mistake.
âAnd I take it this pretty young lady is Kyra?â Matthew said, turning his attention to Kyra and shaking her hand.
âYes, this is my daughter.â Her mother beamed with pride.
âNice to meet you. I see where you get your beautiful looks from.â
âYeah.â Kyra plastered a fake smile on her face and offered a limp handshake.
âWell! Should we get this tour moving? I donât know about you two, but I havenât eaten all day, and I cannot wait for lunch.â Matthew let out a nervous laugh in an attempt to enliven the mood.
âMe, neither,â Geneva said, even though she had eaten breakfast before they left the house that morning. Kyra couldnât help rolling her eyes at the useless
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