It had been a long time since Jackson had stopped to watch a sunrise, but he’d promised Mariska so he parked the bike in the small lot to the right of the hotel. It was more like a large tropical mansion with a few suites for exclusive guests. Several small villas dotted the beach. It was a place where those with money, who valued their privacy, went to relax. The woman had the funds, but he wondered why Mariska had picked it. She didn’t seem like someone who liked the solitary life. Well, she wasn’t exactly solitary. How the hell did I end up at a beach resort with this woman? What would she expect from him? He was used to lying, but it didn’t feel right to do something false with Mariska. Well, any more than he’d already done. Jackson wasn’t one to live with regrets or guilt, but he didn’t like using her. If it keeps you alive it’ll be worth it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her. That’s the problem. I want her too much. And she’s too damn good for the likes of me.
