Death by Honeymoon (Book #1 in the Caribbean Murder Series) by Jaden Skye

Death by Honeymoon (Book #1 in the Caribbean Murder Series) by Jaden Skye

Author:Jaden Skye [Jaden Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Police Procedural, Women Sleuths, Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, Thrillers, Suspense
Publisher: Feedbooks
Published: 2011-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

The day it happened was perfect. They woke up early to a cloudless day, nestled in each other’s arms. They showered together and went downstairs for breakfast, laughing. It seemed that the whole world was at peace that day. As they ate breakfast out on the Veranda, they were serenaded by a throng of birds, flying in and out of the branches of the trees that surrounded the hotel.

“It must be the amazing weather,” Clint had said, gazing at the water and sky. “Sky’s so blue, air’s so still, doesn’t even seem as if there could be a ripple in the ocean.” It was unusual weather for the island.

Over breakfast they talked about the souvenirs they were bringing home: huge, crusty sea shells, driftwood, throw cushions covered with tropical prints, photographs of whistling turtles, porpoises and flying fish . There was something for everyone.

As they lingered over coffee, Cindy knew the honeymoon was coming to an end. She began to think about going home, of the quaint, small starter home they’d bought back on Long Island, New York. It was in a cove, near the end of a long, private road. They both loved the house the minute they saw it and were ecstatic when their offer was accepted.

“Soon, we’ll be in our new home,” Cindy had said. “Only two more days.”

“There’s a lot we can still cram in today,” he said.

Clint planned their activities down to the minute, not wanting to waste a second. They were planning to go surfing together in the afternoon, and she’d made reservations for dinner at the hotel’s main restaurant, under the palm trees, for eight o’clock. It would be a special dinner, the anniversary of the night they’d met.

As they ate, other guests came down, milled around and sat at tables near them. They all smiled at each other casually, giving each other the privacy they wanted . Pedro, their favorite waiter, hummed a local song as he brought them a platter of croissants, eggs, fruits, coffee and mimosas. He took special care that Cindy had just what she wanted. In fact, he’d made a special desert for her, a torte. Just the kind she loved and had ordered every day. “But today’s is better,” he’d said. Cindy had smiled. These were good people.

Cindy had looked at Clint and felt how grateful and fortunate she was. From very soon after she met him, she’d known he was the man she wanted to live her life with. Tall, rugged, handsome and determined, he was the most honest and caring man she’d ever met.

After breakfast, they’d had a tranquil, long morning walk on the beach, he looking out at the horizon and trying to memorize the view, and she gathering the occasional seashell. They’d then headed back to the room to change for surfing.

And as they went upstairs, that’s when it hit her.

Cindy had suddenly began to feel woozy.

Probably from the sun, she’d thought, especially after those mimosas.

Then she had cramps.

They’ll probably pass, she’d told herself, and had gone into the bathroom, where it was cooler.


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