looking for a man, which she hadn’t.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Love,” he said.
Marry couldn’t restrain herself. She laughed out loud. “Well, of course you are,” she said.
“No, really,” he said. “Dr. Allen Love.”
Oh, sure, as if a good looking doctor would need to come to La Luna to find a mate . She gripped his extended hand and recalled his name from the schedule-of-events flyer that the clerk had shoved in her face. Heat flushed her cheeks, and she broke off the handshake.
“You’re the seminar leader, aren’t you?”
“The one and only,” he said, then laughed. “Oh, I’ll bet you thought my introduction was a lame pick-up line.”
Marry shrugged one shoulder. “Well, yes. It’s kind of funny.”
He laughed again. He has a nice laugh , Marry thought. Warm and inviting like an overstuffed recliner at the end of a hard day. Her eyes darted down to his left hand. No wedding ring— notthat she was the least bit interested.
“When I first started my couples’ therapy practice, the name thing didn’t occur to me,” he said. “Then when I went on the radio, my publicist thought it was a great angle. You know how publicists are. Always looking for an angle.”
She smiled and nodded, even though she wouldn’t have a clue how publicists are or what they do.
“And who do I have the pleasure of conversing with?” he asked.
“Marry,” she said. “With two ‘r’s, and I’m a wedding planner, so I guess I know something about angles, too.”
“I guess you could come up with all kinds of catchy slogans,” he said.
She shook her head. There had to be a better slogan than the one her ad rep at the newspaper had thought up. Marry, Marry How Does Your Wedding Go .
“I hope I’ll get to see more of you during the week, Marry,” he said.
“Actually, you probably won’t see much of me. I’m not here for any of that singles stuff. I’m here by mistake.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and shook his head. “I’m afraid you have me at a loss. The reason people come to La Luna …”
“I know that now,” she said, interrupting him. “I thought my mother had given me a regular vacation for my birthday. I only found out when I checked in that this is a singles resort.” She reached down and grabbed the handle of her luggage. “So, I plan to just keep to myself, enjoy the island and get a tan.”
“Suit yourself,” he said. “But you might miss out on some fun.”
She tossed him a sideways glance. “I’ll take my chances,” she said. “By the way, do know which direction I go in to find Room 432?”
He smiled and pointed to the right. “That way.”
“Thank you. It was nice meeting you, Dr. Love and good luck with your seminars.”
She wheeled her luggage off in the direction he had pointed. Luckily, she didn’t have to go far. Marry slipped her key card in the slot while reading the placard on the door, “The Sunshine Room” and also in Spanish “ La Sala del Sol ”. When she opened the door, she understood the name. The decorating scheme was composed of yellows, creams and muted oranges, and an obstructed view of the ocean.
“Wow!” she said aloud. “Have I died and gone to heaven?”
She went straight for the balcony doors and slid them open to reveal a semi-circular balcony with two lounge chairs—not the cheap plastic stuff, either. It looked like teak and had padded vinyl covers that matched the colors in the room. She walked to the railing, looked out on clear blue water and inhaled the scent of ocean air and surf. A cruise ship sailed into the nearby harbor while a speedboat darted through the waves. Just what I needed , she thought. Seven days and six nights of paradise . She dropped down onto the lounge chair, kicked her shoes off and closed her eyes. The sound of the surf lulled her until she dozed off.
Marry’s eyes popped open. Was that a man’s voice she heard ? He sounded as if he could be a just a few feet away, and his voice seemed
“Hi, I’m Dr. Love,” he said.
Marry couldn’t restrain herself. She laughed out loud. “Well, of course you are,” she said.
“No, really,” he said. “Dr. Allen Love.”
Oh, sure, as if a good looking doctor would need to come to La Luna to find a mate . She gripped his extended hand and recalled his name from the schedule-of-events flyer that the clerk had shoved in her face. Heat flushed her cheeks, and she broke off the handshake.
“You’re the seminar leader, aren’t you?”
“The one and only,” he said, then laughed. “Oh, I’ll bet you thought my introduction was a lame pick-up line.”
Marry shrugged one shoulder. “Well, yes. It’s kind of funny.”
He laughed again. He has a nice laugh , Marry thought. Warm and inviting like an overstuffed recliner at the end of a hard day. Her eyes darted down to his left hand. No wedding ring— notthat she was the least bit interested.
“When I first started my couples’ therapy practice, the name thing didn’t occur to me,” he said. “Then when I went on the radio, my publicist thought it was a great angle. You know how publicists are. Always looking for an angle.”
She smiled and nodded, even though she wouldn’t have a clue how publicists are or what they do.
“And who do I have the pleasure of conversing with?” he asked.
“Marry,” she said. “With two ‘r’s, and I’m a wedding planner, so I guess I know something about angles, too.”
“I guess you could come up with all kinds of catchy slogans,” he said.
She shook her head. There had to be a better slogan than the one her ad rep at the newspaper had thought up. Marry, Marry How Does Your Wedding Go .
“I hope I’ll get to see more of you during the week, Marry,” he said.
“Actually, you probably won’t see much of me. I’m not here for any of that singles stuff. I’m here by mistake.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and shook his head. “I’m afraid you have me at a loss. The reason people come to La Luna …”
“I know that now,” she said, interrupting him. “I thought my mother had given me a regular vacation for my birthday. I only found out when I checked in that this is a singles resort.” She reached down and grabbed the handle of her luggage. “So, I plan to just keep to myself, enjoy the island and get a tan.”
“Suit yourself,” he said. “But you might miss out on some fun.”
She tossed him a sideways glance. “I’ll take my chances,” she said. “By the way, do know which direction I go in to find Room 432?”
He smiled and pointed to the right. “That way.”
“Thank you. It was nice meeting you, Dr. Love and good luck with your seminars.”
She wheeled her luggage off in the direction he had pointed. Luckily, she didn’t have to go far. Marry slipped her key card in the slot while reading the placard on the door, “The Sunshine Room” and also in Spanish “ La Sala del Sol ”. When she opened the door, she understood the name. The decorating scheme was composed of yellows, creams and muted oranges, and an obstructed view of the ocean.
“Wow!” she said aloud. “Have I died and gone to heaven?”
She went straight for the balcony doors and slid them open to reveal a semi-circular balcony with two lounge chairs—not the cheap plastic stuff, either. It looked like teak and had padded vinyl covers that matched the colors in the room. She walked to the railing, looked out on clear blue water and inhaled the scent of ocean air and surf. A cruise ship sailed into the nearby harbor while a speedboat darted through the waves. Just what I needed , she thought. Seven days and six nights of paradise . She dropped down onto the lounge chair, kicked her shoes off and closed her eyes. The sound of the surf lulled her until she dozed off.
Marry’s eyes popped open. Was that a man’s voice she heard ? He sounded as if he could be a just a few feet away, and his voice seemed
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