Lucas/Mexico
Unfortunately, the text message chimed on deaf ears. The drum beat sounded in the stillness of the resort villa, wanting to notify the owner of the Blackberry that a certain someone had just landed and was now on his way. Said owner was asleep. At four in the afternoon. No, it wasn't a nap to adjust to the time zone change. Sunlight always helped cure jetlag and there was plenty of sunshine in Mexico. As much as she hated it, there was a bottle of tequila asleep in her arms. It may or may not have been a gift of the resort. They couldn't have possibly known she was a recovering alcoholic, so was she about to tell them? No. That was a private affair. Speaking of private affairs, the mess with her brother had managed to finally implode. Never had an ill word been spoken on behalf of his girlfriend, until he managed to mess up one week of pure smiles just because she was a little swept away. Coline was bitter and that ugliness had caught up with her. Mexico was supposed to be her refuge, her Eden. Now it had become the place she ran to in order to escape a problem. She'd have to find a new Eden. This one would inhabit too many bad memories. The villa was supreme. Elegant and simple. The pool overlooked the ocean and the housekeeping staff had surprised her that morning with floating candles. The vibrant flower petals still sat randomly and perfectly around the bathtub. Even the bed was still made, except for the brunette asleep at an angle. The bottle of golden liquor was on the verge of tipping, but somehow, even in her unconscious state, she was able to keep it in line.
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