Time Away

The delicate lapping of waves against the shore and the stirring of palm fronds within the warm breeze were a world away from the hustle and haste of the city. Tyrone extended out on his shoreline lounger, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin and a sense of satisfaction he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Now this," he said, turning to Judy with a smile, "is what I call a vacation." Judy looked up from her book, her eyes twinkling behind her shades. "I need to admit, you were right about this place. It's completely overwhelming."

They were on a little, elite island within the Caribbean, distant from the prying eyes of the media and the consistent requests of their trade realm. As Judy set her book aside and stood up, extending slowly, Tyrone couldn't help but appreciate her. The years had been kind to her, and the stress that had once lined her face had softened away within the tropical sun.

"What do you say we take a walk along the shoreline?" Judy recommended, holding out