Noah leaned back against the rock, drew her close and kissed her forehead. "It's a beautiful night." He kissed
A strange tingling enveloped Maggie's bare feet.
"The moon is putting on a show just for us." He kissed her nose.
The tingling spread up her legs.
"And that ocean is really warm." He kissed her mouth then outlined her lips with his tongue.
Her body was being aroused yet her mind was sidetracked by the ticklish
sensation now shimmering throughout her body. Something physical was happening to her that had nothing to do with Noah's
seduction. The peculiar sensation strengthened, peaked with a strong wave of dizziness then completely went away.
She gave herself over to his mesmerizing kisses, his touch, and was
willing to try playing in the water. Until a wave splashed over her feet and deposited a clingy glob of seaweed. She kicked
it off and watched a family of tiny crabs scramble back toward the sea. "Maybe we could just go back to the cabana and
try out that cushy lounge for—"
Noah grabbed her hand and
pulled her into a light jog back down the beach. A minute later they came to an abrupt halt. Where there had been ten colorfully-striped
tents, there was now only a single tan one. As they got closer they heard a woman's shrill giggle and the flaps of the
tent were securely closed. It made no sense.
"Something's very wrong
here," Maggie whispered. "Maybe we got turned around somehow. Let's just go back inside the hotel and get our
confused expression elevated to worry when they couldn't find the side door they had used to exit. Anxious to figure out
where they'd gone wrong, they walked the hotel's perimeter until they came to the lobby entrance, only to be brought
to another sudden stop inside the doors. Everyone was in costume. Flapper dresses, feathered boas and sequined headbands.
Old-fashioned tuxedos and white spats over shiny black shoes. Even the staff's Hawaiian-patterned uniforms had been changed
to old safari-style outfits to match whatever party theme was going on.
"Mr. and Mrs. Nash?"
Maggie recognized the voice immediately. It was the bellman, Reynard, wearing a crisp
khaki ensemble complete with pith helmet.
"If you will please
follow me, I will take you to your bungalow."
Noah asked in an edgy tone. "We have the Diamond Penthouse. Here, in the main building. And we also had a private cabana
reserved for this whole night and something—"
assure you I can explain everything but now you really must come with me. Quickly, please."
Maggie nudged Noah to follow Reynard as he hurried outside to a horse-drawn carriage
on a wooden boardwalk. "Am I crazy or did I completely miss seeing this before?"
He helped her into the back seat then joined her. "Not crazy. There was a paved path here this
morning…for golf carts, not carriages."
lightly flicked the reins and the horse clopped forward.
was all much too strange, so Maggie chose something simple to question. "Reynard, you know I'm not Mrs. Nash."
"It will be much easier if you introduce yourself as such while you are here."
Noah leaned forward and tapped Reynard's shoulder. "What do you mean, here?"
He didn't get an answer but the carriage came to a halt mere seconds later.
Maggie and Noah shared a bewildered look. They were in front of a row of bungalows, somewhat similar to the ones they'd
seen that morning though not nearly as many, and none of them were painted the same colors as before. They waited until they
were all inside then spilled out their questions in a rush.
"What's going on?"
"Why can't we
go back to our suite?"
"What did you mean by here?" Reynard held
up a hand as he lit a kerosene lamp. "I only have a few minutes before being discovered so I must give you the short
version. You are still at the Davenport Resort. However, when the full moon reached its zenith, the portal opened, and the
two of you were transported to the year 1927."