Chapter 62: He Can't Keep a Secret

Emily had a feeling it was going to be a good vacation when she met the pilot, whose name was Darla. Darla was a wrinkled middle-aged lady, not exactly Byron's type. And as with all his employees, he was respectful and kind with her, but never improper. Emily felt slightly bad about rejoicing that a woman wasn't very attractive, but she had grown possessive of her man.

After a few hours' flight over the Pacific, they landed on the island. It really did seem like a special place. The smells of many different flowers reached her, enchanting her senses as soon as she stepped off the plane. The sun beamed down gently through a haze of clouds. It was the kind of place she had only dreamed of.

"Thanks, Darla," Byron said as he bid the pilot goodbye, "See you in a couple of days."

"A couple of days?" Emily asked as they got into the car that awaited them.

"Don't worry, we're not leaving so soon," Byron said, "Darla is going to bring a special surprise for you."

"A special surprise? This