"Looking for someone, darling?" Don looked up from the magazine he'd been reading.

"No… I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was still there."

"Then you were looking for someone!" Don said lightly.

"Yes, I guess I was," Carolyn admitted, vexed by the entire conversation.

"No, he's gone now," Don said, speaking of the barman who wandered the beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But I'll run up to the main building and get you one. What do you want, another Rum Collins?"

"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Carolyn said, trying to smile pleasantly up at her husband.

She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the stranger came by while Don was up getting her a drink. Still she lay with her eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand with her feet. It was highly unlikely that he would come by, she decided. He'd probably gone back to the cabana several minutes ago. He was probably swimming in the pool with his wife right now, probably making love to her, or at least wanting to. His wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Carolyn felt pleased with the thought that her own legs were better than the redhead's. She was just beginning a complete mental comparison, something she often liked to do where other women were concerned, when she felt a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.

"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"

Carolyn looked up with a start. It was him!

The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her while Carolyn struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a vague disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while she was lying out flat.

"Oh… you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her sunglasses. Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people couldn't tell so well what you were thinking when you wore them. Fitting the glasses over her eyes, she looked up at the tall, good-looking man. "Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it?"