clinic earlier. Figuring it might not be too late, I asked Eric if we should stop to get some things, but he said no.
"Thank you for thinking of that, and for making the offer, but we have a fully-equipped medical center on the island. A regular medical doctor and a few nurses as well. I think you'll find you have everything you need in order to begin work. And if for some reason you don't, I can get you whatever you need."
Satisfied, I nodded. "Okay. Thank you."
Sometimes, when Eric was talking, even about something important, like medical equipment and supplies, like right then, I found it hard to focus on the subject at hand, which wasn't like me at all. Normally, I was able to focus just fine, but he was just that attractive. Attractive to the point of making me feel less like a doctor and more like a teenage girl, somewhat to my embarrassment.
As traffic began to move a bit faster, I was able to tear my focus away from stealing glances at Eric's strong, square jaw in silhouette, because I had an important thought. A thought I couldn't believe hadn't occurred to me earlier. I realized that while I knew we were heading to a privately-owned tropical island, I didn't even know exactly where it was. I didn't even know the name of it, or if it even had one.
Feeling a bit sheepish, I turned to Eric. "I can't believe I didn't ask you this earlier, but where is the island located, exactly? And does it have a name?"
I couldn't be certain, because the interior of the limo was so dimly-lit, but I thought I saw him shift his gaze to the side for just a split-second. Then, he responded while looking right at me, and I wondered if I'd imagined it.
"The island, which is called Black Lake Island, is in the Pacific."The phrase "in the Pacific" struck me as pretty vague, though I supposed I couldn't fault Eric for not having precise geographic coordinates at the ready, and I realized that considering the size of the Pacific Ocean, explaining the island's location in relation to other land masses might be difficult. So, I kind of decided to let that go for the time being. I was a bit more curious about something else. The name of the island was obviously strange. A little menacing-sounding, even.
Not wanting to seem rude about it, though, I cleared my throat a little, choosing my next words carefully. "The name of the island is interesting. Is there a story behind it?"
Surprising me, Eric cracked a half-grin. "Yes. And you're a very tactful and polite woman. The name of the island isn't so much 'interesting' as it is a bit strange and ominous probably, and I know it. Though, please don't let that give you any preconceived notions about the island. The part of the island where my people and I live is a truly beautiful place. We call our settlement Clearwater, and the views from around the village are almost quite literally breath-taking, and nothing ominous about them."
"Then how did the island get its name?"
Like I had earlier, I thought I saw Eric shift his gaze to the side for just a fraction of a second, but in the dimly-lit limo, I couldn't be sure. Also like earlier, he responded to me with his gaze clearly on my face.
"The earliest settlers of the island named it Black Lake because they discovered, or created, we're not even sure which, a small lake right in the center of it. Though, really, one could use the descriptor’s 'small lake' and 'large pond' quite interchangeably. It's really not very big. By my orders, my people don't go there, though."
"Why not?"
"Well...there's no natural inflow and outflow, and the water's dark and murky. We're not even entirely sure how deep it is. There are also strange currents in the lake...currents that could be very dangerous if someone were to fall in."
Baffled, I stared at Eric, sure I was frowning. "'Currents?' In a very small lake with no inflow or outflow?"
He seemed at a loss for words, his gaze clearly and