Chapter Two
Dozens of boats formed a forest of masts that rose high above her head. The docks were crowded and hot, the humid air sweltering, except when a breeze came in off the ocean and momentarily cooled the skin. Laney was the picture of a classy, s****l woman, dressed casually in a pair of white shorts and a yellow halter top that nicely accentuated her hourglass figure, her ample chest and her tawny skin. The hint of her n*****s was visible at first glance, in style with fashion but not bold enough to assault the eye. She wore a broad-brimmed sun hat to shade her face from the intense Caribbean sun, a pair of dark tortoise-shell sunglasses, and the Marquis’ platinum bracelet, along with several silver bangles on her left arm.
Laney shuddered with remembrance as she walked along t
