And to provide some distraction from her breathing she bit down on her lower lip. Had she been walking around next to these all day?...

Jet-lagged, grieving and quietly craving escape, Lemara never expected a simple breakfast overlooking Fort Lauderdale Airport to stir more than her coffee. But when a fleeting glance turns into a second encounter aboard a Caribbean cruise, the horizon promises more than island views. As ocean waves carry her forward, could fate be offering her a chance at healing, at laughter, at something a little flirtatious?