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After the shower, sparkling clean, I change into ular outfits, and I feel like a whole neoe from the shower and pad over to the cabin that Russ and I share It’s a little larger than the single ones, which is e opted for it, even though we knew it ot here

After all, back at ho back atall of our paperwork in order andpreparations Butover at Russ’s half the ti into the same cabin here was a complete stretch

And surprisingly, despite the at so out cohabitation for the first ti here with him I duck into our cabin, and I spot a note on top of our bed I stasha little flutter in my stomach

I hope it’s not bad news Sohts we et called into the OR for an eency, if a patient takes a turn for the worse We have to keep ourselves flexible, to work around our schedules so we can do the e ca, but that doesn’tsometimes

But when I flip the note open, I relax, a s across my face

Meet you at our place? Is all it says, signed with a little X Unable to keepSoets breezy down on the beach, even despite the near constant tropical heat Late at night, anyway…

Then, all showered and fresh and clean, I pick htIt’s become our unofficial spot Or ues talk about how often they see us heading down there At what point does so like that become official, I wonder?

When I reach the beachfront, I think I have

Russ has set the whole place up like a restaurant There’s a table and chairs set up, and a big awning draped in fairy lights I recognize the lights as a set that one of the new arrivals brought with her, a nurse who loves to decorate her cabin back in the co and the tables, I have no idea where on earth he scrounged those up

Or where he got the food he’s serving, because to judge by the scents wafting towardlike it smells, it will be delicious

“That doesn’t smell like Taco Shack,” I point out, as I stride across the sand towardbeside his creation with his ar far too pleased with himself

Out over the water, the sun is just starting to set, casting orange and pink lights on the fluffy clouds at the horizon, and ht, like each one is a tiny gemstone, studded in brilliance The view takes my breath away

So does Russ He dressed up, I realize, wearing slacks and a button down shirt, though he left the top few buttons undone His only concession to the tropical climate we’re in

He looks good Better than good The sunset highlights the silver lines in his hair and along his jawline He grew his beard out here, ht the row, then you have no idea how sexy he looks now

“You did all this for me?” I ask, as I skip across the last few feet of sand to reach him

He sweeps me up in his arhtly back on my feet and leans in to kiss me

Every time he kisses me, I swear, tih his thick, full hair, as his hand twines through mine, too

When we part once lazed with desire “I called in a few favors,” he explains as he breaks away from me to pull out my chair I take a seat and let hie, before he crosses around to sit on the other side of the table