“I’m not much into baseball. More a hockey guy. I like confrontation.”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
He shrugs, “You’ve seen my aggressive side?”
“I don’t think I even scratched the surface.”
“Let’s hope you never have to, either.”
We stroll a few minutes in comfortable silence, taking in the scenery. It’s crazy, but Mount Otemanu almost looks blue this time of day.
“So, now that you have whisked me away, whatever shall you do with me?” I toy as our bungalow comes into view.
“I have dozens of ideas,” his voice vibrates with desire. “The question is what do you want to do?”
I bite my lip before I speak. “I want to rent a Jeep and explore. And go snorkeling and learn to kite surf,” I say excitedly. “I read about this awesome tour guide who takes you on a private excursion around the island on his boat then makes you dinner on a secluded beach from the fish he catches that day.”
“Had some time to do some research, have we?” Kayne asks highly amused.
“Yes! I was googling on the plane. I get excited going to new places!” I say enthusiastically.
“Do you always bounce?” Kayne laughs as I pop up and down on my toes.
“No, not usually,” I giggle, planting my feet back on the ground. I’m probably making the biggest ass of myself. I am a severely deprived world traveler. “I only get hyper when you feed me too many sugary drinks.”
“Good to know. I’ll make sure you stick to vodka and tonics with a lemon from now on.”
“You remember?” I stop walking.
“I remember everything, Ellie.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling.
“Maybe I should just stick to wine. Too many vodka and tonics make me horny.”
“And we have a winner.” Kayne makes a fist over his head.
I pepper Kayne with more questions as we get closer and closer to the bungalow.
“Favorite color?”
“Green.”
“Favorite city?”
“Amsterdam.”
“You’ve been to Holland?”
“I’ve been all over the world.”
“All over?”
“All over,” he confirms.
“The Middle East?” I ask cautiously.
“Yes.”
