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Written by American Author Sky Taylor

"Forget it! Just tell Mr. McCain that I'll make the one o'clock boarding!"

Jenna slammed down the receiver onto the pink princess phone, sighing heavily and feeling weak and totally exhausted from her discussion with the idiot in charge of Mr. McCain's affairs.

"Idiot - a total moron," she tossed out as she began rummaging through the disorderly stack of unpacked garments which she had hastily thrown out of her closet in preparation for her impending trip.

"Count to three, Jenna," she told herself, trying to grasp a thread of calm before coming completely unraveled.

This vacation - she needed it desperately and she wasn't going to allow anyone to spoil it for her - not even the crazed moron named Harachi that she had just hung up on.  

A smile touched her pink lips as she imagined his ear throbbing.  

At least she thought that was his name - a stupid little name that sounded like a shoe – and it was with difficulty that she had understood him as he had a marked accent – perhaps Swahili she went on to decide.

Jenna continued to attack the pile of garments, transferring them into the sleek oxford luggage she had purchased specifically for the trip.

Discounting the fly-in-the-ointment, Harachi, she was excited about her impending voyage. In stylish splendor, she would be traveling by sea to her destination - to attend her sister's marriage to Joseph McCain.  

She'd never been on a boat before - much less a yacht. And if Spence McCain was anything like his brother, Joseph, she knew the trip would be nothing shy of paradise.

Imagine owning a yacht, she went on to ponder. Apparently, Spence was ultra-successful in the business world, a virtual money magnet - a well-renowned modeling agent.  

His brother Joseph had chosen the medical field as his profession and had already received notable acknowledgements from his colleagues in regards to his cancer research work. Two men, brothers – yet they had taken their lives in two totally different directions.

Jenna couldn't wait to join her sister, Leigh who had already planned every minute detail of her wedding to Joseph.  

It had been a long engagement - over five years; her sister had never been the type to jump into things without great thought. Whenever they dined out, Leigh was always the last to order. Jenna had been known to scarf down two appetizers before her sister had her mind made.

And she was certain that by the time her sister decided upon children, she would be far past her prime.

The trip was a three-day to the Florida coastline from the Gulf of Mexico, Jenna joining Leigh for a week of fun - tying up any loose ends of the wedding. The exquisite bridesmaid gown was also waiting for last minute alterations.

After the wedding she would have two glorious weeks of her own to soak-up the hot Florida sun and deepen her already-bronzed skin.

The way Jenna understood, Spence McCain had business to attend in Florida so everything had fit smarter than a jigsaw puzzle. He would be giving her the ride back on his yacht, coming full circle.

Her excitement suddenly spiraled with untarnished bliss! Nothing was going to spoil this for her - not the rude Harachi, not even the oxford-colored case that she had squeezed the last breath from as she bounced on top, just managing to pull the zipper closed. Thank goodness the zipper was of commercial quality.

When she was finished, four suitcases stood fat and proud before her and she saluted them before retiring for the evening.

Rain swept over the valley during the night lulling her into a deep, peaceful sleep. For once she was glad the stars and moon had hidden beneath the dark mass of clouds.

Night passed swiftly and soon the sun’s rays splintered into the windows outlined in frilly ivory curtains.

The rain had lifted and the large yellow coin kissed her face as she opened the window and took in a deep breath of the early morning breeze of summer.

The cab arrived promptly at noon and while Jenna fought impending butterflies she focused on the heavy traffic surrounding them along the drive.  

The driver seemed overly inquisitive and every time her blue eyes scored the rearview mirror he was glaring at her instead of the crowded road ahead.

She had grown use to curious male gazes and had been told more than once that she was a beautiful woman. However, Jenna detested vanity. It wasn’t the outward appearance that mattered, rather one’s inward beauty.  

She found no tangible use for overnight flings and impetuous affairs. For her, it would be a pledging for a lifetime, following in the footsteps of her sister Leigh, although granted – she was a tab more impetuous than Leigh.

Joseph was a good man - a patient man who dearly loved her sister - a man that Jenna might have fallen in love with if Leigh had not. And Jenna thought that Leigh had wasted far too much time in tying the knot that binds.

Still, Jenna and Joseph remained exceptionally close and she thought of him as she did her brother Rich who would also be attending the wedding.

The driver attempted conversation and she remained polite, wishing he would hurry along the way. It was taking much longer than she had planned and in less than half an hour the yacht would be embarking with or without her. And wouldn’t the rude Harachi just love that?

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