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Jennifer's POV I have never seen something so beautiful in my life. As we land on the tropical island, there are only a few locals that greet us. Logan takes my hand and drags me to the car that is waiting for us. I am still taking in what I am seeing, and he wants to drag me around. There is a little market, and I want to go and look at it, but Logan would not let me go near it, and he pushes me into his car. "Hey, I want to look at the things they sell," I say, looking disappointed. "Not today, angel. The people around here are still very old-fashioned and believe a woman must cover her body before going out in the open," Logan explains to me. "Oh, I did not know. They all seem to know you," I say. We are somewhere near Italy, as they all greeted Logan in Italian with considerable