Chapter two
hundred and three:
Christy had
slept most of the flight to their honeymoon destination. Isaac knew she had
poured all of her energy in to the wedding and it left her exhausted.
They picked up
their baggage surprisingly quickly, and Isaac hailed a cab. Once in the
backseat, Christy slid across the seat to the middle and tucked herself under
his arm, curling up and extending her sleep another half hour.
Isaac smiled,
and instructed the driver. He opened the window slightly to give his new wife
some air.
When they
arrived finally at the west side of the island, Isaac gently woke her and
helped her out of the cab. He helped the driver unload their baggage and paid
the driver.
Christy
stretched with a tired yawn.
“You can lay
down for a bit after we get in the cottage.”
“No, that’s
okay. I think I’ve slept enough for today.” She smiled. “I think I want to go
for a swim. It’s hot out here.”
“I know.” He
laughed, hoisting a dufflebag over each shoulder.
“Here, honey.
Let me get that one.” She reached for the bag on wheels.
“That’s okay. If
I can’t manage, I’ll make a second trip. Here.” He handed the key to the
cottage to her. “Let’s go look.”
He followed
Christy down the stone path, where she unlocked the door and led the way into
the tiny cottage. The living room was small, but contained a television set and
a desk. The kitchen was small, but contained every instrument imaginable. The
French doors leading to the bedroom were covered with a sheer privacy curtain,
with red rose pedals scattered over the floor and the bedspread.
“Oh my gosh,” Christy gasped, dropping her bag and purse near
the door. “It’s beautiful!”
Isaac grinned,
happy that he instinctively made the perfect choice. He followed her into the
bedroom where she moved through to the open stone patio with a perfect view of
the beautiful blue ocean.
Christy smiled
and brought her hands to her lips tenting her fingers over her mouth and nose.
“It’s perfect.”
“Yeah, I thought
so. I knew the instant I looked at it online that it was the one.” He slipped
his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
Christy grinned
broadly, and quickly crossed the room. Placing a both hands on his chest, she
pushed Isaac backward, causing him to fall onto the bed.
She climbed on
top of him, straddling his lap.
He tried to sit
up with a chuckle. “The suitcases in the driveway-“
“Screw them. We
won’t need clothes for a while.”