She was flush and he was loath to allow her fingers slip from his grasped.  He did in hopes of taking all of her to a boat clearly off shore and too far to swim back. Then she would be his. But he had not decided yet what then would look like. There was the matter of the other men. What had already been set up at with Mike and if Marco had actually arrived yet.<br/><br/>Details were holding him back. Meer important details. One could not borrow one of the three women without the other two raising such hell that the seas would be swarming with the Coast Guard and the beaches full of psychic volunteers and canine patrols.  And that would be the SHIT!<br/><br/>"Then Midnight," Qasim remarked as though penning it into his calendar and his memory.<br/><br/>"The number to your Bungalow?" He asked knowing she required a graceful exit.<br/><br/>It would be the last one he would be giving her.  He hoped. Everything else would be laying under him screaming as he properly introduced her to a new lifestyle.<br/><br/>