THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) by Erika Wilde Page A
Authors: Erika Wilde
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said of one of their high profile clients on the East coast that they did occasional security work for. “He’d just gotten back from a place called Eden, a private island and resort located off of Florida in the Bermuda Triangle region.”
“The Bermuda Triangle?” Mac frowned, his gaze glimmering with concern. “That sounds . . . ominous.”
Dean laughed. “Gabe and Isabelle, his fiancée, returned to the states just fine,” he assured his friend. “From what Gabe told me, and the information I received, Eden is like a fantasy island, where anything goes and guests are transported to whatever kind of adventure they request. I thought it would be a fun get-away for Jillian and me.”
Mac smirked. “Upon arrival, will you be greeted by Mr. Roarke and his side-kick, Tattoo?” he said, referencing the old, iconic television series Fantasy Island .
Dean pitched a paperclip at his friend, which bounced right off Mac’s chest. “I’ll let you know, smart-ass .”
“ If you find your way back out of the Bermuda Triangle,” Mac said, humor lacing his voice. “So, what kind of adventure do you have in mind for yourself and Jillian?”
“That’s between me and my wife.” Dean wasn’t about to share the details of Jillian’s intimate fantasy, mainly because he knew that Mac would give him shit about what he had planned, and just how far he intended to go to fulfill one of her secret desires. He’d never live it down if Mac knew all the elaborate details.
“Must be something really good,” Mac said as he stood up to leave. “If you’re not back by that Tuesday, do you want me to send the Special Forces into the Bermuda Triangle to find and extract you and Jillian?”
“You’re such a comedian,” Dean said drolly, so not amused by Mac’s attempt at humor. “Now get the fuck out of my office.”
Mac headed out the door, his unoffended laughter following him into his own office across the hall.
CHAPTER TWO
“H ey, Jillian, a courier just dropped off an envelope for you.”
Jillian glanced up from the swatches of fabric spread out on the work table in the design studio for Fantasy Bedrooms as the owner, Stephanie, approached with a flat parcel in hand. Stephanie was also her boss, as well as a good friend, and there wasn’t a day that went by that Jillian wasn’t grateful that the other woman had offered her a job as an assistant designer. Not because Jillian needed the money, but because she was at a point in her life, with both of her sons grown and gone, that she’d desperately needed a creative outlet of her own.
Broaching the subject of working with Dean had shaken the foundation of their marriage, but she’d stood her ground despite her husband’s stubborn ultimatum, and their relationship was stronger and more balanced as a result of her determination and fortitude.
Since she hadn’t been expecting any kind of delivery, Jillian asked, “Who is it from?”
“I have no idea,” Stephanie said as she handed over the flat, thin envelope. “There isn’t a return name or address.”
“Well, that makes me a little nervous,” she murmured, even as she ripped open the tab securing the flap and withdrew the contents—a folded piece of stationary and another sealed envelope. As soon as she unfolded the cream colored sheet of paper, she recognized the logo for Noble and Associates embossed at the top, as well as her husband’s hand-writing as she began reading his note.
Jillian,
You’re mine for the weekend.
Enclosed you will find an envelope with a plane ticket to Florida inside, along with brief instructions on what to do once you get there. Outside, a Town Car is waiting to take you to the airport. There is nothing you need to bring with you. I will make sure you have everything you need when you get to your destination, where I will meet up with you when it’s time.
Enjoy your fantasy.
Love,
Dean
Excitement jump started the wild beat of her heart, but the initial
“The Bermuda Triangle?” Mac frowned, his gaze glimmering with concern. “That sounds . . . ominous.”
Dean laughed. “Gabe and Isabelle, his fiancée, returned to the states just fine,” he assured his friend. “From what Gabe told me, and the information I received, Eden is like a fantasy island, where anything goes and guests are transported to whatever kind of adventure they request. I thought it would be a fun get-away for Jillian and me.”
Mac smirked. “Upon arrival, will you be greeted by Mr. Roarke and his side-kick, Tattoo?” he said, referencing the old, iconic television series Fantasy Island .
Dean pitched a paperclip at his friend, which bounced right off Mac’s chest. “I’ll let you know, smart-ass .”
“ If you find your way back out of the Bermuda Triangle,” Mac said, humor lacing his voice. “So, what kind of adventure do you have in mind for yourself and Jillian?”
“That’s between me and my wife.” Dean wasn’t about to share the details of Jillian’s intimate fantasy, mainly because he knew that Mac would give him shit about what he had planned, and just how far he intended to go to fulfill one of her secret desires. He’d never live it down if Mac knew all the elaborate details.
“Must be something really good,” Mac said as he stood up to leave. “If you’re not back by that Tuesday, do you want me to send the Special Forces into the Bermuda Triangle to find and extract you and Jillian?”
“You’re such a comedian,” Dean said drolly, so not amused by Mac’s attempt at humor. “Now get the fuck out of my office.”
Mac headed out the door, his unoffended laughter following him into his own office across the hall.
CHAPTER TWO
“H ey, Jillian, a courier just dropped off an envelope for you.”
Jillian glanced up from the swatches of fabric spread out on the work table in the design studio for Fantasy Bedrooms as the owner, Stephanie, approached with a flat parcel in hand. Stephanie was also her boss, as well as a good friend, and there wasn’t a day that went by that Jillian wasn’t grateful that the other woman had offered her a job as an assistant designer. Not because Jillian needed the money, but because she was at a point in her life, with both of her sons grown and gone, that she’d desperately needed a creative outlet of her own.
Broaching the subject of working with Dean had shaken the foundation of their marriage, but she’d stood her ground despite her husband’s stubborn ultimatum, and their relationship was stronger and more balanced as a result of her determination and fortitude.
Since she hadn’t been expecting any kind of delivery, Jillian asked, “Who is it from?”
“I have no idea,” Stephanie said as she handed over the flat, thin envelope. “There isn’t a return name or address.”
“Well, that makes me a little nervous,” she murmured, even as she ripped open the tab securing the flap and withdrew the contents—a folded piece of stationary and another sealed envelope. As soon as she unfolded the cream colored sheet of paper, she recognized the logo for Noble and Associates embossed at the top, as well as her husband’s hand-writing as she began reading his note.
Jillian,
You’re mine for the weekend.
Enclosed you will find an envelope with a plane ticket to Florida inside, along with brief instructions on what to do once you get there. Outside, a Town Car is waiting to take you to the airport. There is nothing you need to bring with you. I will make sure you have everything you need when you get to your destination, where I will meet up with you when it’s time.
Enjoy your fantasy.
Love,
Dean
Excitement jump started the wild beat of her heart, but the initial
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