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The couple were caretakers for the owner of the private island (who exactly that was Donovan had never learned), and it had been Roger who’d met her at the airport on the mainland

All in all, the place was to die for, and as Donovan braided her long hair, eyesacross the beach, she couldn’t help but feel as if she’d found a little piece of heaven

Didn’t matter that she was alone It didn’t even matter that the ache she’d learned to live ould always be there After hours of travel and the first few days of feeling sorry for herself, she’d had a moment…an epiphany so to speak

Donovan knew that she would never be happy, at least not in the true sense All of the things she wanted, a husband and lately a child, well, they’d passed her by when the Jack Siht train had derailed And sure, fantasies about a life with Jack had carried her for the last few months, ever since Miami, but after Cooper’s ultimatum, she kneould never happen

That love story was dead

If only she could find that sweet spot That balance betant and need She had to get to that place where she was one hundred percent okay with not being one hundred percent happy

People did that right? Not everyone lived a happily ever after

Not even the girl who Aht had it all

She’d brought a bag down to the beach, filled with a soda, water and some snacks (her trainer would have a heart attack if he could see the chocolate bars and chips but hey, she was on vacation) She had the Huxley book she was determined to read, but it was several feet away underneath a palm tree

The snorkeling, the sand and the sun made her lazy, and she dropped to her beach towel instead of retrieving her bag Rolling over onto her stomach Donovan made a pilloith the end of her towel, closed her eyes and relaxed

The gentle waves lapping onto shore coupled with the heat from the sun calmed her spirit, and eventually she drifted off

Donovan wasn’t sure how long she slept but when she woke up, billowing gray clouds blocked out the blue sky and sun, and the wind had picked up Stiff, she pushed up onto her knees and glanced around, yawning as she stretched

Looked like a stor

She scooped up her towel and was heading to where she’d left her bag when she heard voices on the wind She couldn’t , but they were definitely male voices Curiosity piqued, she folded her towel and turned toward the dock located several hundred yards down the beach