Fallen Honor: A Jesse McDermitt Novel (Caribbean Adventure Series Book 7) by Wayne Stinnett Page B

later Coral came back into the room. He noticed that she’d removed her sandals. She smiled when she saw he’d rolled two instead of one.
    Without a word, Coral picked up one of the joints. Straightening, she lit it and inhaled deeply, arching her back, her small breasts straining at the light fabric as she tossed the lighter in Michal’s lap.
    Picking it up, Michal lit the other joint and took a long drag. As he leaned back on the love seat, closing his eyes, he could feel the effects of the herb spread quickly through his body and decided he had been premature in his assumption. The heat began in his face, spreading around to the back of his head, the way really good weed does. The sensation passed throughout his body to his fingers and toes, then settled in his groin.
    When he opened his eyes again, Coral stood before him. She bent over and placed her joint in a big porcelain ashtray resembling a sea turtle. When she stood back up, the lamp over her shoulder highlighted the short locks of hair from behind, causing them to look like flickering yellow flames. It also made her body completely visible under the thin, lightweight dress.
    He’d felt how narrow her waist was when he had an arm around her earlier. Backlit as she was now, he could see the swell and curve of her hips, tapering upwards to the tiniest waist he’d ever seen on a grown woman.
    With both hands, Coral reached up and hooked the straps of the little yellow dress with her thumbs, pulling them slowly down and over her tanned shoulders. When she released them, the dress fell gently, exposing her breasts before stopping at her waist, the straps hanging on her elbows.
    Michal exhaled, his mouth hanging open. Her firm little breasts were as tan as the rest of her body. The warming effect in his groin turned up a notch as Michal blinked in disbelief.
    Coral smiled at him and lowered her arms slowly until finally the dress flowed across her hips, falling into a pile around her feet. She slowly stepped out of it and came around the table. She took his smoldering joint and placed it with hers in the ashtray.
    Michal’s brain seemed to quit functioning at that point. When Coral took his hand, he felt the same electric rush in her touch as he’d felt earlier, and the heat in his groin grew instantly to an inferno. Rising, he stared in amazement at her perfect little body. Her dark, luxurious tan was all over and she had a tiny triangle of light blond pubic hair.
    Coral lowered her head slightly to the left and did the thing with her hair again. Lifting her head a little, she looked at Michal from the corners of her hooded eyes.
    “Now we can unwind. Get your clothes off.”

T he old bus slowly pulled to the curb in the sweltering heat, kicking up dust and belching smoke, as Will Byers stood on the side of the road with his thumb out. He’d chosen this spot wisely. There was a small spot on the shoulder that the bus pulled into. He was far enough from the start of what looked like a really long bridge for someone to pull over and give him a ride. He hadn’t figured on a city bus.
    As Byers approached it, he smelled the distinct odor of weed, the aroma mixed with the fumes from the bus’s exhaust. Along the side of the bus were the words Lower Keys Bus Service.
    The smell of the weed got stronger as he approached the bus’s door, which suddenly opened. The sound of rock music blared from inside and a hazy cloud of blue-gray smoke drifted up from the open door, stark against the cerulean sky.
    Byers looked up at the bus driver. “How much to Key West?”
    “Four bucks, man,” the driver responded. “From anywhere, to anywhere, between Marathon and Key West.”
    Byers climbed onto the bus and was hit fully by the overpowering tang of the heavy smoke as the driver started the bus moving forward. Byers pulled a ten from his wallet and offered it to the driver, who pointed to a cash box and a sign on it. No change made. Ever.
    Cramming the ten in the box,