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into and across the seat, the leather upholstery brushing against my calves along the way. He got in behind me and closed the door.
    There was an older Hispanic male in the driver ’ s seat, decked out in a chauffeur’s uniform complete with the hat. “Where to, senor ?” he asked.
    “The airport,” Jack stated.
    “What about my clothes and stuff?” I frowned, thinking of all the items in my hotel room.
    Jack cuddled up to me. “I have a whole new wardrobe for you in a suitcase in the trunk.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “They better be nice clothes or somebody’s not consummating their marriage tonight.”
    He tossed his head back in a boisterous laugh. “I hired a stylist. You have nothing to worry about, my dear.”
    “Good.” I snuggled into his chest as we navigated the busy streets of Miami.
    “Mother was right though. It seems we will be stuck inside for the first part of our honeymoon. I don’t mind though.” He wagged his brows, his insinuation not lost on me.
    “We’ll see. Some things in life must be earned.” I smirked, loving the way his eyes narrowed in a challenge. Sparks flew as we sized each other up in a mock pre-brawl.
    He harrumphed, his eyes never losing their amused glow. “We’ll see, my dear. We shall see.”

Chapter 5
Jack
    The look on my wife’s face as she gazed at the private jet I’d chartered to take us to our honeymoon destination was worth every penny I paid for it. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling in to a perfect ‘O’ as she gasped brought a smile to my face. Stepping aboard, she slid her fingers along every surface of the plane from the white leather seats trimmed in gold to the marble minibar and opulent bathroom.
    “You’re already spoiling me, Jack.” She giggled as she peeked in the fridge and found it stocked with only blood bottles.
    “I plan to spoil you for the rest of your eternity, my dear.” I pressed my lips to hers, stifling her enthusiastic squeal. “Let’s s ettle in so we can take off .”
    “Okay.” She was practically bouncing in my arms.
    The four-and-a-half hour flight to St. Thomas flew by. I stole kisses from Gabi between sips of blood and hurls of laughter. She was blunt; she always spoke her mind, and I loved her boldness.
    “Thank God we’ve landed. I don’t mind flying, but after a while, I was ready to jump and swim the rest of the way.”
    “Sorry, love. I promise it’s worth it though.” I nuzzled her neck, luring a smile from her in place of her frown.
    “I’ll be the judge of that.” She jutted her chin, tilting her nose up before strutting off the plane onto the landing strip. Her hips hypnotized me, the way they swung from side to side with sass.
    “Thanks, Peter.” I waved to the pilot on my way out, both oversized suitcases in tow. He nodded in acknowledgement.
    By the time I reached the pavement, Gabi was looking around. Her lips were pursed, her eyes focused as she took in the scenery.
    “Based off the temperature, we’re on a tropical island. I’m guessing from the time it took us to get here, it’s the Virgin Islands.”
    I felt joy all the way to my toes as I watched her study her surroundings. She reminded me of a child solving a difficult math problem. She was perplexed, yet eager. She was clever; I knew she would notice the airport sign eventually .
    “St. Thomas!” she yelled the second she saw the sign. She laughed. “I’ve always wanted to come for a visit.”
    “Yes, well, we aren’t staying here. It’s merely a necessary stop along the way,” I stated.
    “What is this, Twilight? Are you taking me to Isle Esme?”
    I chuckled. “All in good time, my dear.” I walked over to the car off to the side. The trunk promptly opened and I put our l uggage inside. “Let’s go.” I hel d out an arm, waiting for her to slide into my clasp.
    “What have you got up your sleeve, Jack?” She eyed me suspiciously.
    “A surprise , if you would stop trying to guess it .”
    Gabi
    The car