Chapter 11: The Matriarch Becomes Sassy
The Sea Star Country Club
Aruba Suite
9:04 A.M.
“You shouldn’t be here, Axle. You don’t have a membership. I pay millions a year to have this amazing view,” Margo said after sipping her coffee. She wasn’t admiring the white sand or blue waves that licked the beach. Instead, she had her view locked on the tiny china bowl of strawberries in front of her.
The membership fee for the Sea Star Country Club exceeded well over one-point-five million dollars a year. Only the super-rich were allowed to apply for a membership, which probably included Peter Rotunda, Rebecca Rexx, and Laura Monigal. The view just happened to be killer, though, even if the romance writer wasn’t enjoying what soothing medicine it had to offer. The Gulf turned into a blue and w
