“I love that. Almost as much as I love you,” he said. “Now, how about we go curl up in that hammock over there and plan our forever?”
Epilogue
Four months later...
Drea ducked under the caution tape that indicated the start of the construction zone. Making sure that her hard hat was set firmly on her head, she walked down the hallway to what was to be the spa reception area. The builders were making excellent time on the project and they were slated to be finished on time. Drea’s grand opening was planned for just over two months from now, and she couldn’t believe that something that had been a dream for so long was so close to being reality.
The drywall was all hung, and they had started painting the walls the deep amethyst purple that she and Simone had picked out. The lighting fixtures should be arriving any day and she just couldn’t wait to see how they looked hung up.
“You—I should probably be really upset with you that your dream is basically another ten thousand square feet for me to clean,” Leona said, coming up behind her.
“I’d apologize, but I’m too giddy over this coming true,” Drea responded, laughing a little.
“I know, and you should be. You worked hard for this! And speaking of working hard, it’s almost two o’clock,” Leona said, pointing to her watch.
“Oh crap! I better get to the dock! I’m a dead woman if I’m not there!”
Both women hightailed it down to the dock, where they found Drea’s family, as well as the marina staff, Dalton, and Kyle. They all stood in front of the brand new 56’ catamaran that Kyle was unveiling as the newest part of the Indigo Royal fleet this afternoon. He’d been so excited about buying this boat and held steady in not revealing what he was going to name her to Drea or anyone else at the resort.
“Ready for this?” Grayson asked her as she joined the group.
“So ready. I’ve been dying to find out her name, but Kyle has refused to tell me!”
“Are we taking bets on what he names her?” Vaughn asked.
“How’s that gonna work?” Drea asked.
“Winner gets a free pass at not wearing the shirt next time they lose?”
“I like that!” Simone said, mostly since she had lost last week.
“Ok, I’m gonna go with...Take On Me,” said Vaughn.
“Wake Me Up Before You Go Go,” Simone said.
“He is not naming one of our fleet after a Wham song!” Grayson groaned. "He knows better than that. He went with something good, like Sweet Child O’ Mine.”
“Can’t Fight This Feeling, duh!” Drea threw out there.
“Hungry Like a Wolf,” Miller answered.
“It’s the Love Shack!” Dalton announced jokingly.
“It better not be!” Vaughn remarked.
“Well, now that everyone is here, and apparently all your bets are placed, who is ready for the unveiling?”
“Just get on with it!” Simone said, impatient to know if she won.
Kyle laughed, but as he did so, he tugged on the little strings holding the sheet in place that was obscuring the name. As it fell away, there were oohs and aahs from the entire group. All but one person.
Drea looked at the bright blue font written on the back of the catamaran. The simple print text read Brown Eyed Girl, and she felt tears start to form in her own brown eyes.
“You know that song isn’t from the eighties, right?” Vaughn asked. Simone elbowed him sharply, eliciting a small reaction from him. “What? It's not!”
“Rule was it had to be after a song. Grayson didn’t dictate what decade,” Kyle responded.
“Kid’s right,” Grayson said. “I like it.”
Drea walked up to Kyle, trying to hold back her happy tears. She wasn’t doing a very good job and the closer she got to him, the closer they got to spilling over. When she was right up next to him, she whispered, “I have brown eyes.”
“I know, sweetness, I named it for you.” He leaned down and kissed her lightly. “Now, how about we sail off into the sunset?”
“I’d love that,” she answered.
“And I love you.”