Amy’s heart sank. xxx 18 The reception desk was made of a rich, dark wood that looked like it had been carved from a single piece of driftwood, and the desk clerk, a young man with a serene smile, was dressed in nothing but a pair of board shorts, his toned chest glistening with beads of sweat. “You know, honey,” she began, “you’re a lucky woman to have those two.” She took a sip of her margarita, her eyes never leaving the twins. Her eyes never left Mark’s, the connection between them palpable, Amy started to walk towards the villa, her stepsons following closely behind. They watched as she walked away, her curvy figure leaving an undeniable impression in the sand. The rhythm was set, a pulsing beat of passion that matched the heart of the
