Olivia

The ocean appeared between buildings, that impossible turquoise stretching endlessly toward the horizon.

"What's Rum Point?" I asked.

"Beach on the north shore. Less crowded than Seven Mile Beach, but not completely private." His thumb traced circles on my thigh. "Figured we'd have lunch there, maybe swim a bit."

"Sounds perfect."

The drive took us past colorful houses and local shops, reggae music drifting from open doorways. Kids played in ...