Chapter 37

• “It’s frigid out there.” Dade stomped his feet, then took off his hat and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked over at the woman he adored, holding a cup of coffee toward him. “Coralee, honey, I’ll be your slave forever if you agree to move to Jamaica with me.”
• Cora laughed softly. “Oh Dade, it’s not that cold.” She handed him the mug. “And you’re my slave now so I don’t need to negotiate.”
• He sipped the hot liquid and studied her for a moment. “I am.” He winked at her and looked around. “Where’s the party?” She motioned toward the kitchen.