Lisa by Denise Devine

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Chapter One

Enchanted Island, East Caribbean The Month of July Lisa Kaye sipped her wine and stared at the blank page in front of her, wondering how to compose a message to a man she’d never met. The twelve women in her group, The Romantic Hearts Book Club, had chosen to spend their last night vacationing together on Enchanted Island working on a “spur-of-the-moment” project. The group had read and discussed many romance novels since the club’s inception and each woman had a favorite hero from the book of her choice, a man she would love to call her own. Lisa didn’t know who had suggested the concept, but after a spirited discussion and a couple rounds of cocktails, the group had concluded that each woman would compose a personal message to her “dream hero,” stuff it into a bottle and throw the bottle in the Caribbean. In Lisa’s opinion, the chance of anyone—much less the perfect man—finding her bottle and taking the message seriously seemed ludicrous, but everyone else had agreed to do it so she decided to go along with the plan. After dinner, the women gathered at the poolside bar to take in the balmy air of their last evening together at the Hideaway Cove Resort. The atmosphere vibrated with the jaunty, percussion-like sounds of Reggae music played on steel drums. A small group of people played a lively game of volleyball in the adjacent pool. Sitting at a round table for two, Lisa rested her chin on the heel of her hand and tried to come up with something clever to put in her message. The harder she tried to concentrate, the more her mind stubbornly refused to cooperate. The young woman sitting across from her sipped a glass of Chablis, studying her. “How are you doing on your message?” The warm Caribbean breeze ruffled a few wisps of hair from Clair’s French braid. Her dark locks contrasted against her magenta sundress. “Are you making any progress?” Lisa slid the blank paper toward Clair and sighed. “I can’t even get started. How are you coming along with yours?” “I need to work on mine, but I’m not putting a lot of effort into it. I don’t see the point in writing a message to a complete stranger when I already have a dream hero back at home.” Clair’s fine brows drew together in annoyance as she leaned closer. “If you ask me, the idea is pretty silly.”

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