Her hand offered. He took it in his fingers. Turned it over palm down, he bent his head and kissed the back of her hand. He lifted after a brief kiss, his eyes on hers.<br/><br/>"You are indeed, a very lovely Cassandra Jennings," Mr. Bad remarked and slowly straightened.<br/><br/>He kept her hand in his as his smile deepened. "The paths mingle, the directions are not exact, permit me to walk with you back to Hideaway Resort."<br/><br/>He stepped closer. Taking her hand and putting it at his elbow. The Document folded and stuffed in his back pocket. The cell vibrated but he ignored it.  Everything could wait until later. Everything but this new mark. He wondered where in Hideaway was her bungalow.<br/><br/>There were several that were occupied. Two with prospects. One an unaccompanied woman and the other a party of three woman.  What luck to have someone find him.  Oh to be sure the luck was all good for him.<br/><br/>"Shall we?" He motioned towards the longer path. " A woman who found the beach and cannot tear herself away from it. I must know more about you, Cassandra Jennings. Please.. tell me something of yourself as we walk."