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gorgeous!”
    “It comes highly recommended by one of my clients. I think you will find the poolside to your liking.”
    “And the five star restaurant and the snorkeling! This is the best Valentines ever! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I said again hugging him trying not to let the laptop slide off into the floor.
    “You’re welcome. Now, you can keep looking at the website, I’m going to jump in the shower.”
    “Ok. What do you want for dinner?”
    “What are my choices?”
    “Well I could cook, or order a pizza?”
    “Spinach and mushroom please,” he requested walking to the shower, and I laughed. I wasn’t a very good cook, and while he tolerated it well he rarely passed up a chance to forgo my cooking. I reached for the phone to call the pizza place and then started making a mental list of everything else needing to be done before I left.
     
    *****

    “You said you’d be ready. Now c’mon, the car is waiting,” Cooper said a bit exasperatedly at me.
    “I know, I know. Just need to grab one more thing.”
    “That’s what you said three things ago!”
    I rolled my eyes. “Got it,” I said grabbing the pair of shoes I was looking for and stuffing them in my suitcase.
    “Good, now let’s go!”
    I locked the door behind us and we made our way down the elevator. Coming out into the lobby I waved at Charles, the doorman who had worked at this building longer than I had been alive.
    “Going somewhere, Miss Thurman.”
    “Just a few days in sunny Mexico!” I smiled.
    “That sounds fun. You have a good time and I’ll keep an eye on things.”
    “Thanks, Charles,” I said waving over my shoulder as Cooper rushed me out the door.
    “Where’s your car?” I asked him, looking around and not seeing anything besides a black Lincoln Town car that didn’t look like the Buick he had rented from Enterprise when he got to Chicago a few days ago. Cooper officially lived in San Diego while I resided in Chicago. While not the optimal situation, he traveled a lot, so we were able to make it work. Though if he sold his business like he had been talking about things could change.
    Cooper motioned to the Lincoln. “This is your airport transportation today.”
    “Ok, wait a minute,” I said, setting my Louis Vuitton bag down and crossing my arms in front of my chest. “What is going on here? Did you win the lottery or something?”
    Cooper laughed. “Nothing that exciting. It’s John’s. The guy I met with this morning. When he heard I was headed to the airport after our meeting he offered me the use of it. Said he didn’t need it until later and the driver would have plenty of time to drop us off. Who was I too refuse?”
    “I’m glad you didn’t. This trip just gets better and better.”
    Unfortunately, the trip getting better stopped at the airport. O’Hare was always a crapshoot when it came to flights being on time, and this trip we lost big. Two delays and an hour on the tarmac waiting for other planes in front us to take off we finally were on our way just to arrive at the airport in Cabos to a lock down by the Policia because someone had been caught smuggling drugs.
    “I’m hot, tired, and hungry,” I said as we finally we able to leave the airport, and were settled in a taxi to take us to the resort.
    “In a few minutes you can sit poolside and refresh yourself with a cold margarita,” Cooper said.
    I closed my eyes. “That sounds like heaven.”
    We rode in silence the rest of the way to the hotel. Me because I was thinking about that refreshing margarita and every time I opened my eyes to look at Cooper he was checking his email. I felt the taxi come to a stop and the driver put the car in park and I opened my eyes wide. Stepping out of the taxi my weariness wore off as I could smell the ocean and see a sliver of the beach from where I was standing.
    The driver sat our luggage down on the stone driveway and Cooper paid him, and then Cooper grabbed our luggage. Walking in to the