She giggled as he made a game of leaving his hotel room.  All she knew, was she was right where she wanted to be, with this man.  He was smart, witty, and charming.  His soft southern drawl drew her in even further.  If she listened to his voice for the rest of her life, that would be so wonderful.<br/><br/>As they stood waiting for the elevator, she laced her fingers through his, it was such an intimate way to hold hands.  It implied to others that they were lovers, and Marti hoped that at some point in their vacation, they would be.  She sensed that Jeremiah hoped for the same thing, but for now, the flirting and the romance of their situation here on the Islands was perfect.<br/><br/>"White Linen, Jeremiah, that's the perfume I'm wearing.  I'm glad you like it.  It's long been a favorite of my, and I've worn it for years," she told him as she felt his arm wrap around her waist, and pull her to his side.<br/><br/>She sighed quietly, thinking that this is where she belonged.  Right here, at Jeremiah's side, facing whatever life could toss at them, good or bad.  She had waited so long for this feeling of sheer contentment.  She'd almost given up hope of finding the man of her dreams.  She'd almost forgot what it was like to be held so closely by a man.  She turned her face to him, and smiled at him.  Honestly, she should pinch herself, to make sure that this wasn't a dream.  Goodness knows, if this was a dream, she surely didn't want to wake up.