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Copyright © Diane Thorne 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Sunlight reflected from the white paper in Gwenevere’s notebook and forced her to squint behind her sunglasses while she wrote. She sat alone at a small round table with an empty coffee cup pushed to the side. She was finishing her notes about her adventures in France. She’d jotted the majority of events in the journal during her airplane flight to Rome. She’d arrived yesterday and had been too busy to complete the entry. Upon waking, she’d decided she’d better conclude her Paris travels before the details escaped her brain. And she didn’t want that to happen. No, she didn’t want to forget the wonderful time she’d had with the sexy Frenchman, Pierre. The hot sex in the Louvre and on the Eiffel Tower had made her visit a very memorable one.
Gwen ended her paragraph and tapped the page with her ballpoint tip. Done. She set the pen along the inner spine, and inhaled a deep breath. The aroma of a something deliciously sweet baking predominated, but the scent of the nearby sea still lingered. She leaned back against her iron seat and gazed up at the beautiful blue sky. Not a single cloud floated in the area. She basked in the warmth. She’d dressed comfortably in a sleeveless peach-colored blouse with straps tied around her neck, a light sea-green skirt and sandals. Forecasters had predicted another dry and hot day, perfect for sailing or relaxing at the beach. Later in the afternoon, she might have to take a walk along the water’s edge.
A breeze tossed strands of her hair in front of her face. She ran her fingers into her locks and gathered them up and away from her shoulders. The wind brushed the back of her bared shoulders and neck, cooling her. She felt calm, at peace and ever so grateful to be on vacation. So far, her trip had turned out better than she’d ever imagined. Sex with two different, stunning men—one in London and the other in France—had been pleasant surprises. More than she could’ve dreamed about. Would she ever meet such handsome and kind men again? Had she been lucky and jumped at opportunities? Would she again take chances to be with a man if they popped up?
Yes. Yes. Yes. Live a little, her inner woman firmly said and she grinned.
A loud horn captured her attention. She lowered her arms and hair then turned to look at the sea. Docked boats and yachts of various sizes crowded the shoreline, reminding her of cars parked at a shopping mall on the day after Thanksgiving. In the distance, she spotted a few ships heading away from land. If her daughters were with her, they’d probably be begging her to go for a ride on one of the vessels.
A smile spread across Gwen’s face as she thought about her grown angels, Kristy and Krystal. She’d spoken to them after she’d arrived in Italy and settled into her hotel. Their soft voices always brought her joy. Although she missed seeing her daughters, Gwen was enjoying her vacation. The freedom to explore her opportunities, different countries, cultures and men was one she valued immensely.
Gwen turned to the waiter standing at her side. He wore a white shirt and dark pants. In his hands, he held a cup and saucer.
“For you,” he said in English as he set the drink on the table.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t order another.”
“A gift from signori.” His English sounded bad. He twisted and pointed.