VOLUME 2: RUNNING ROGUE
Michael Rannigan reclined on a chaise on the private deck of the over-water bungalow and watched as Vivian snorkeled a few yards away. He reclined. But he didnt relax. He had too much on his mind. Memories of his last night in New York before he left for vacation swirled through his thoughts. Initially, hed worked to downplay it in his own mind.
Its no big deal. I fuck around all the time. Maggies just another piece of ass. Deep down, he knew better.
Vivian disrupted his thoughts as she tossed her snorkel gear onto the deck before climbing up and stretching out on the chaise beside him. God, that waters great! she said, smoothing back her soaked blonde hair. You really should try it.
Michael smiled his best self-deprecating grin, grateful for the mirrored Ray-Ban aviators that shielded his eyes from view. I will. Im just relaxing now, soaking up the rays.