Surrounded by a private garden filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and frangipani, Rayne stood on the terrace of the villa that Maximum Everett had reserved for them at the Island Club and gazed at a scene that looked very much like a slice of paradise.
Beneath a dazzling blue sky with puffy white clouds, graceful sailboats and gleaming yachts glided through the sparkling waters of Ocean Breeze Haven.
Nearby, sunbathers relaxed on a crescent-shaped beach with sand as white as granulated sugar while attentive hotel employees hovered in the background in case someone raised a little flag, indicating they wanted a chilled towel or a drink or something to eat.
A couple who was trying to paddle a kayak near the shore gave up and waded out of the water, laughing and dragging the kayak behind them.
