Chapter Two
The constant pounding of the surf against the beach and the cawing of a dozen gulls were my morning music. All this should have been pleasant, but my head felt as though a porcupine was nesting in the center of my forehead. My skin felt as if it were two hundred degrees Fahrenheit and climbing.
“Where am I?” It was an apt question seeing that I had never seen this place before. I pulled up on the bed and sat, finally taking note of the slightly familiar face of my companion for the last forty-eight hours. This must be right, I remember thinking, otherwise I’d awakened on another planet or some foreign world.
I held my head in my hand hoping the throbbing would go away. It didn’t.
“Here, I’ll bet you’ll need these,” the handsome scoundrel said as he held out his hand.
“You
