Chapter Eighteen *

Sandra reclined on the soft chaise lounge smiling, her eyes closed to the sights and sounds around her. The aroma of the sea filtered through her senses, while she relaxed under the evening stars aboard Creighton’s luxurious, refurbished yacht. She couldn’t believe all that they had done in one simple afternoon. The memories made her feel the tingle of excitement all over again.

After their lunch, they went to Monte Carlo where Creighton had reservations for them to go parasailing. It was amazing, flying above the Mediterranean Sea on the strings of a kite. At first, she refused, she was terrified and all she could think of was the old adage if man was meant to fly he’d have been born with wings, but after a considerable amount of persuasion and several heart-stopping smiles, Creighton had her agreeing to try it and she discovered it really was quite simple. He was a magnificent instructor and within a very short time she was up in the air alone, flying behind the rental boat, the win