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Authors: Rhonda Laurel
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For the Love of the Game
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For the Love of the Game
Copyright © 2012 by Rhonda Laurel
ISBN: 978-1-939194-16-9
Edited by Jennifer Fitzpatrick
Cover by Valerie Tibbs
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First Etopia Press electronic publication: November 2012
For the Love of the Game
Morgan Reed was long overdue for a vacation. It occurred to her while doing inventory in her quaint bookstore last week that she’d read almost every book in the travel section, but she’d never seen any of the scenic places. Her world had never seemed quite as small as it did once she made the realization.
When she told Teresa, her travel agent, she wanted to get lost on an island, Teresa took her cue and began furiously tapping on her keyboard.
“I want to get lost at sea if possible.”
Theresa’s eyes narrowed as she read the screen. “There’s a new destination, just started doing business with them a month ago. Very secluded. All-inclusive, the rooms are beautiful. They don’t allow cell phones or newspapers. Just days of endless bliss on a deserted island.”
“How deserted? I won’t be seeing Gilligan and the Skipper, will I?” Morgan winced.
“No, silly. Deserted as in no obnoxious people standing on the beach gazing at a beautiful sunset with cell phones in their hands.”
“I’ll take it,” Morgan said. The idea that no one could contact her was the most appealing part of the package. She longed for the days when cell phones were things you carried for emergencies only. Now it was a cure for boredom in most, and brought out bad driving habits in others. Paradise sans technology sounded like a good idea to her.
After tunneling through all the frivolous crap in her spare bedroom closet, Morgan finally located her suitcases. The large, pale pink suitcase and matching carry-on had seen better days; they looked like props from a seventies movie. She surveyed them and had to admit the style was a bit old-fashioned. An old airport luggage tag was still attached. When she leaned closer, she realized the tag bore a date from seven years ago when she went to Vegas. Seven years! What had she been doing for seven years?
Oh yeah, she'd spent the last seven years trying to keep her dream of owning a bookstore alive. The bookstore was her life. A quiet and organized life and she loved it, even though sometimes it was hard to keep afloat.
Whenever she got the blues, she would read one of the books in the travel section. She read about Fiji, the Cayman Islands, Australia, Hawaii, and Scotland. All of these places had rich histories set against the backdrop of a cinematic dream. It took a book about stress falling off the shelf and onto her head one day to make her take action.
Morgan walked to her desk in the living room and began jotting notes. First, she would get a new set of luggage. Then she would sift through her summer wardrobe and see what was salvageable. She wasn’t much of a summer dress-up person, so maybe a visit to the mall was in order as well. She would have to go to her dad’s house and get her passport. She was pretty sure it was still current. Now if only she could break in in the middle of the night and get the passport without having to inform her father she was going on vacation alone.
Morgan knew why they treated her that way. She had gotten lost during a family camping trip at Lake George when she was fifteen. After storming away from the family when one of her brothers had told her she was too young to get on a Jet Ski, Morgan had walked around for hours, refusing to admit she was lost. Finally she’d happened upon another family, who’d called the ranger’s office to report she’d been found. Four hours later, a ranger dropped her off at the hotel. Her father’s initial relief was followed up with the lecture to end all lectures. And to make matters worse, the brothers chimed in for good measure.
She kept her passport at her father’s house not only because it would never be misplaced there, but because her dad was comforted by the idea that he would know when she was leaving town.
While writing all these things down, a wave of serenity washed over her. Ten glorious days on an island with nothing to do but watch the sun set while pondering the mysteries of life. She smiled and screamed into a pillow.
Oh my God! I am going on vacation!
* * *
Morgan barely slept the night before her early morning flight. Her assistant manager, Michelle, challenged her to visit the place without doing any research on it beforehand, inspiring her to be surprised when she arrived. The problem was that she didn’t like surprises. Her friends had called her a control freak on many occasions, but she preferred to think of it as someone who was prepared for anything. So she took Michelle’s advice and was happy she did. The excitement was building in her so much she couldn’t read the book she’d brought. Too excited to read a book? She found herself checking her watch every other minute, and clutched the handle of her new luggage so tightly her hand hurt.
* * *
Morgan stepped off the rickety single-engine plane and entered a tropical paradise. As soon as the balmy air encompassed her, she knew she would dread going back to the cold Philadelphia weather. The ocean breeze was blowing the palm trees in unison, as if welcoming the passengers. There were bright colors everywhere; even the airport workers’ uniforms were a vibrant coral. As she climbed into the hotel shuttle cart, she smiled as the hostess greeted her with a mai tai. A postcard couldn’t hold a candle to the island beauty that surrounded her.
The bookstore was in Michelle’s capable hands. Morgan had called her father two days before her departure to inform him she was coming over to get her passport, and was not surprised to see her three surly brothers sitting at the kitchen table. She sat through three stern lectures from her family about traveling alone. Finally her stepmother, Sydney, had intervened and informed the men that Morgan was an adult who knew how to handle herself. Jason, the guy she’d been dating for six months, was out of town at a convention, so she opted to leave him a short voice mail. She’d considered telling him when she’d planned the trip, but she was afraid he would want to join her. Jason was a nice guy, but he wasn’t the man of her dreams. She felt good about this vacation. But looking at that old luggage tag from seven years ago indicated that something was missing in her life. Had she been on a hamster wheel all this time spinning and spinning only to find she’d never left Philadelphia? Her life was good, but it was becoming a bit stagnant. She had nothing to get the blood rushing through her veins. Somewhere along the line, amid her comfortable existence, she’d lost her passion for life. Who knew, maybe she would find it here on the island? Her imagination was ramping up at the idea of finding what was missing in her life in ten days on a tropical island. Maybe that sort of thing happened in one of the books she read, but for her it seemed as likely as finding the Loch Ness monster in the hotel swimming pool.
* * *
Seth Blake had had all he could tolerate of paradise. What had begun as a low-key getaway after a hectic season became an after party for his Super Bowl win. Patton, a linebacker on his team, had let it slip that they were visiting a new, exotic locale, and the next thing he knew he was hosting a monster post-Super Bowl vacation bash for the team. He enjoyed bonding with his new team, but winning the Super Bowl and being the new superstar quarterback for the Philadelphia Titans was wearing him down. He ached to go home, even if it was still cold and dreary in Philly, and sleep for at least a week. Well, Philadelphia was his second home. The downside to the Titans making him an offer he couldn’t refuse was that he’d had to leave Texas. He was born there. He had a sprawling ranch there. His family was there. But forty million dollars and a chance to cement the future of his family was worth living in a bustling city for a while.
The team had done nothing but party and play touch football on the beach since they arrived. Not one of them took a moment to explore the island or take in the awesome scenic view. The food was divine; the island was spectacular, and the beach bunnies were tanned and toned and all too willing to spend time with him. The days of endless partying were becoming stale to him, even at the ripe old age of twenty-eight. He’d dated plenty of beautiful women, but he wished he’d meet at least one that was beautiful on the inside as well. One could only talk about fashion, houses, and parties for so long. And every one of his cover girls were all too happy to share the spotlight the media kept trained on him.
He packed his bags and went to the small airport determined to get off the paradise isle without being missed. The booking agent at the counter, a tall, slender young man with dreadlocks, said he would have to wait for a private plane, but if he didn’t mind, he could hop on a commercial flight that would be leaving soon. Suddenly another agent, a short, older, balding man, leaned over and whispered to the agent who was assisting him. The young man turned around and apologized profusely for suggesting he take a commercial flight. It amazed him people thought all celebrities were snobs. Not that he considered himself a celebrity. His fateful, glamorous die had been cast years ago when he went pro, and some national entertainment magazine had named him the most gorgeous man alive. He had a tough time living that down. There was the constant ribbing from his teammates for five months straight, and he’d had to change his phone number. He would get random calls in the middle of the night from women who also had some celebrity status and thought it was okay to call. His girlfriend at the time, Penelope, was a med student who’d become suspicious and insecure from the attention he was getting. In the end she dumped him, saying her studies were being affected by her involvement with him.