The sunshine and palm trees—minus the smog. I lowered the window to feel the breeze. “Beautiful,” I whispered as we crossed Biscayne Bay en route to the Palms Hotel & Spa. The limousine was waiting for us upon touchdown at Miami International. No surprise, as Lionel was the master of organization. Our flight in from LAX had been quiet and uneventful, allowing us to get a nap in. With my digital camera, I snapped some pictures of the tranquil waters. The driver slowed just enough to indulge my tourist moment. Lionel sat across from me, his mind solving whatever puzzle was before him at the moment. This trip was going to be different from the others. I could tell. We arrived at our exquisite hotel, checking in and having our bags delivered to our ocean-view suite. I’d felt like a little girl all the way up to our room, but once the attendant received his tip and left us alone, that was over. It was time for Lionel to make me feel like a woman. “One question. Am I going to have to wait any longer?”
