THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"THE HARVEST SCAR"
The gentle ocean breeze had breached our bungalow with
a hint of sea salt. I woke hearing the
small waves clapping underneath us. Bora
Bora and St. Regis were Monica’s idea.
We had spent the last two weeks on the island resort doing any and
everything it could offer. Our last
night had been spent at a five-star restaurant followed with a trip to a local
club. We had to be to the airport by
1:00 PM to catch our flight to Atlanta.
I slipped out of bed accidentally pulling the sheets from Monica’s
beautifully toned body. The Pacific sun
had turned her skin into a beautiful bronze color with only a hint of a tan
line. Foreigners were constantly snapping pics of her with their phones and
even asking for selfies because they thought she was a model from the United
States. I covered her back up and kissed
her gently on the cheek. The stationary
on the wooden desk had not been touched until now. I left her a quick note indicating I was
going for a run before breakfast.
Walking down the wooden dock I reached the white sand that was the
perfect temperature for running barefoot.
The bartender on the beach was busy stocking his station prior to the
day starting. He looked surprised when I asked for bottled water.
“This your last day on the Island with us sir?”
“Good guess you’re very intuitive.”
We both laughed quietly. I took two bottles of water and drank the
first saving the second for my run. I
had texted Donnie and Shariff back home and sent them a couple of pics of
Monica and I on the Island. They had
replied that they could not wait until I got back home so we could continue our
pickup games in the morning at the local YMCA.
They also added that I should at least try and run a little because they
did not plan on displaying any mercy on the court. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I ran a few miles on the smooth surface of
the sand. Walking into the bungalow I could
hear the shower running. Slipping into
the bathroom not trying to make a sound hoping that the running water would
cover any peripheral noise I was instantly made.
“Roman Lee were you trying to sneak into the shower
with me?”
I threw my clothes on the tiled floor and stepped in
behind Monica.
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