Myrna leaned forward to gaze out the windshield. A gorgeous view of the Gulf of Mexico stretched as far as the eye could see. Tall palms punctuated the narrow strip of white sand beyond the grassy dunes. Rough waves sloshed against the shore as the storm clouds in the distance continued to march across the landscape. Brian had driven half an hour into the middle of nowhere, but their venture off the beaten path had been well worth it. Here, she could imagine they were the only two people on earth.
"How did you know about this place?" Myrna asked.
He smiled. Smugly. "I persuaded our waitress to disclose her secrets."
She couldn't explain the pang of jealousy that pierced her chest. "Persuaded? Did it have anything to do with those amazing fingers of yours?"
"Not telling."
