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watched him walk to the front of the inn and out of sight.  Staring after him for a moment Carm frowned then turned her gaze to Grey.  The cat was currently picking very delicately at the fish.
    “Lucky cat.  Got a man at her beck-and-call.”
    A bit saddened by the loss of her visual feast, Carm turned from the window and headed over to the bathroom to take that shower.  Only now the shower wasn’t to wash away the day’s grime, it was to cool her overheated libido.
    Stripping down, Carm turned on the water and climbed inside the tiny shower stall while the water was still chilly.  Letting the water cool her warm skin, Carm  chuckled at her behavior. 
    It was true that the last thing she needed was to fall in love on this little trip.  But, she’d never said a word about an affair.  Not that she’d ever had an affair, but whew-boy!  She might just have to consider it if she ever ran into cutest-rear-in-the-world guy again.
     
     
    Big Bubba’s was a sight to behold.  Carm couldn’t take it all in fast enough as she made her way to an empty table at the front of the club.  The din of laughter and voices nearly made Carm’s ears ring. 
    Carm had never seen so many people packed into one place before.  They were all crammed together like sardines in a can.  One would think that it was the only place in town to get a good drink and something to eat on a Friday night. 
    Pushing her way past a young couple busy in locking lips Carm sighed in relief as she sat down at the small wooden table by the stage.  Getting to it had been a feat all its own.  She’d had to elbow and push against the crush to land the last available table in the joint.
    Blowing out a breath, Carm raked her hands through her loose hair and surveyed the room.  Glancing around she realized that it wasn’t really all that hard to tell the locals from the tourists.  Most of the tourists had a slightly red cast to their skin from overexposure to the sun and Tommy Bahama clothing, while the locals looked casually hip in their light, loose clothing.  They didn’t try to look “island”, they just were.  The tourists on the other hand tried too hard to achieve that casual Caribbean chic look.
    Carm glanced down at her own outfit, glad she didn’t fit into the obvious tourist camp.  She thought she looked pretty neutral with her soft pink tank top, worn denim skirt and tan sandals.  At least she wasn’t wearing a white t-shirt with I DID A VIRGIN . . island painted over her boobs like the big-haired brunette three tables over. 
    Thank God for small miracles.
    Not that her breasts didn’t draw enough attention on their own, because they did.  When a gal stood five-ten, had lots of curves and sported full D’s up top, she made a statement.  Or at least they did. 
    And tonight they were making a subtle but sexy statement playing peak-a-boo with the square neck of her top.  Just the right amount of cleavage showed.  An I-know-I’m-good-and-don’t-need-to-flaunt-it-amount, not an I’m-a-tramp-look-at-me amount.
    Carm bit her bottom lip and glanced over to the bar.  The whole place had that tropical island feel to it with wicker tables, coconut candle holders, rattan ceiling fans and bright colored walls.  Reggae music played in the background from wall speakers.  The noise from the throng of customers all but smothered the feel-good music however, so Carm lifted the paper menu that was stuffed between two bamboo salt shakers and began to read.
    Rum this, more rum that.  Carm had never seen so many drinks made from one type of liquor.  Not that Carm had anything against rum.  She’d just never had a whole lot of experience with it either.  No more than a few innocent visits with that one legged pirate and his faithful parrot.
    Carm should have realized rum would be the liquor of choice considering that she resided on an island that’s livelihood once depended on the exportation of the stuff.  And the coffee company