The New Ever After (The New Ever After Series) by Julie Farley Page A

know where to find me, but I'm not sure my cellphone will work. How about if I plan to call you every night before you go to bed?"
    "That would be awesome."
    "You'll have fun with Nana and Popi. They can't wait to spend some extra time with you guys. It means so much to them."
    "I know . I think it makes Daddy happy in heaven too."
    "I am sure it does . He's probably smiling at us right now."
    Heather got a call from Jenny while she was at the grocery store . She let it go to voicemail and decided she would call her back later. Being with Gracie was a nice diversion from what had happened this morning. Her bikini region was starting to itch even more, and that was worrying her. It would be so romantic to be itching down there the whole week.
    When they returned from the store, Peter announced they were going to The Hard Shell for a family dinner before they all departed on their respective vacations.
    "Ok . I just need to call Jenny back. She called while Gracie and I were out."
    "You ok with that?"
    "Yeah, it will be strange. She'll know something's up, but hopefully she'll just attribute it to me being crazy about our trip."
    "That wouldn't be too much of a stretch," said Peter, and he slapped her bottom. His hand sent reverberations through to the front and it felt remarkably uncomfortable . Heather's eyes got huge forcing Peter to ask, "What's wrong with you?"
    "Nothing, just thinking." And Heather went into the office to call Jenny.
    "Hey," said Jenny.
    "Sorry I didn't answer before . Gracie and I were out running around. A little mommy/daughter time before I get in a bunch of different cans of steel tomorrow."
    "You're so weird . You'll be fine. Just have a drink and dream about your tropical paradise. And then when you get on the beach find some time to sit in peace. You need to center yourself again."
    "I will," said Heather knowing she wouldn't meditate on the beach and didn’t know the first thing about centering herself. "Are you fine with all of the arrangements?"
    "Yep . I've got everything under control."
    "Great, call if you need anything."
    "I will. I have every number and all that jazz."
    Heather was anxious to get off the phone, so she said a quick good bye telling Jenny they were headed out to dinner.

Chapter 13
     
     
     
     
     
    Peter supplied Heather with a Bloody Mary before they boarded the flight, even though it was barely 6 a.m. It was the first of three flights and he had no intention of letting her get scared. He wanted nothing but happiness and relaxation for this little honeymoon he had planned. After yesterday's craziness, he knew she was happy to get away, and still had no idea where they were going. That would change once they got on the third flight. Peter had found a resort in the Caribbean that had the most beautiful villas and most importantly, private outdoor showers.
    "So what'd you pack for me?" asked Heather.
    "Not much . A couple of bathing suits I picked out, a few dresses and not much else."
    "I'm not sure I'll wear the bathing suit you want me to."
    "Cool, you don't have to wear one at all if that's what you'd like to do."
    Peter smiled as she grimaced at the suggestion of skinny dipping.
    "I'm really afraid to ask how many airplanes I need to get on today."
    "I'm really afraid to tell you. Three."
    "THREE? Are you kidding me? You couldn't find anything a little easier to get to?"
    "Nope . But I will keep you relaxed and filled with Bloody Marys."
    "Deal."
    Heather knew arguing wouldn't help. They were already at the airport and about to get on the first flight. She couldn't back out now, and truthfully she wanted nothing more than to get away from the 2-3-1-1-3 and Victoria and Matt for a bit. She finished her drink, and they made their way to the first flight of the day. She was not surprised to see that they were headed to Miami first as she was thinking they would be traveling south. Other than Bermuda, she had never been to an island.
    "Miami?"
    "First stop," said Peter.