Honeymoon
By Chris Corso
Rita attempted to gather her strength after her most recent bout of morning sickness. Waves of nausea were still with her as she walked slowly, and unsteadily, back to the bedroom. She knew being pregnant would not be a piece of cake, but she hadn't planned on it being this difficult this soon. She was two months pregnant and her doctor told her that the morning sickness would be peaking soon, and then, would be gone for good. She was doing well overall and was exactly where she needed to be at this point in the pregnancy. But it was much more than just the morning sickness, it was also the fatigue and the mood swings. For Rita, the mood swings were the worst part of being pregnant because they affected Chris. It seemed that nothing he did was good enough and she found herself exploding at him over trivial things. Rita knew the moment the words escaped her lips that she'd made a mistake, but she was unable to stop herself. She'd apologize to him later and he'd nod and smile at her in understanding, but she was able to see the pain and hurt in his eyes all the same. She'd have to find some way to make it up to him, to make him see just how important he, and this baby, truly were to her. Rita smiled knowing that things would get better with time and that her fears of getting married were unfounded; nothing had really changed between them. He was still her best friend and nothing would change that. In fact Chris had become so much more: her lover, husband and the father of her child.
Rita walked into the still dark bedroom and grinned as she saw Chris still sleeping soundly. She moved as quietly as she could and sat on the bed next to Chris and gazed at him intently. Rita remembered the first time she'd done this, watched him as he slept, it was in the early days of their partnership. She'd been unable to sleep and Chris came over to help her overcome her insomnia. He'd tried hard but in the end it was Chris who fell asleep and even though he'd failed in his mission just having him there meant the world to Rita.
Rita's grin widened as green eyes locked with sleepy blue ones and her husband smiled back at her. "Morning sickness again, Sam?" He asked softly as he reached out for her and pulled her near him.
Rita closed her eyes as she rested her head on his chest and replied, "Yes what else is new?" She asked rhetorically but without anger.
"I'm sorry you have to go though this Rita, and I wish there was something I could do for you," Chris replied honestly.
"I know you do, Sam, but it will be worth it once this baby is born. We'll have a little life to care for and raise together. It's a wonderful thought but also a very scary one!" Rita admitted honestly.
"It is, but I'm sure it will be a beautiful baby just like its mommy." Chris glanced over at the alarm clock. "We still have some time before we have to go to work, why don't you get some rest. You're in court today for the Taylor case, aren't you?"
A wary expression appeared on Rita's face and she replied in exasperation, "Oh don't even start with me about that! George is driving me nuts and the case is taking forever! You have no idea what it's like being in court and having to go to the bathroom every five minutes! It is so embarrassing!"
"No that doesn't sound like much fun at all! Do you want me to finish up for you? I'm sure George wouldn't mind, considering the position you're in," Chris said.
"I might pregnant Chris, but I can still do my job! I wish everybody would stop treating me like damaged goods!" Rita yelled suddenly.
Chris froze and his eyes widened, "I-I didn't mean to upset you, Rita, or imply that you couldn't do your job."
Rita covered her mouth with her hand and began to sob, "Oh Chris I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell at you! What is wrong with me? I know you were only trying to help, please forgive me!"
"There is nothing to forgive Rita," Chris replied hugging her.
Later that afternoon, Chris sat in the homicide division working on the report for their current case, but he'd been unable to focus on it since coming back from lunch. He'd gone to the courthouse in the hopes of taking Rita out to eat, but he was doomed to disappointment when a very worried George said he needed to work with Rita on the testimony she'd be giving after lunch. In fact, he hadn't even talked to Rita, and only saw her from a distance. She'd blown him a kiss which made him feel slightly better, but it wasn't the same as the real thing. Of course, it wasn't the first time, and surely not the last time, that they'd been on different schedules and not able to eat lunch together; but for some reason it was now harder to accept. George had been very understanding of course and even promised to make sure Rita had something nutritious to eat for lunch. There was nothing else for Chris to do and he forced himself not to sulk as he made his way slowly back to the bullpen and a solitary lunch.
But as Chris sat at his desk, he reflected that it might have been a good thing that he'd been away from Rita for a time. It allowed him time to focus his mind on the mission he'd set for himself. Chris glanced over to Captain Lipshitz's office, and seeing him there, decided that there was no time like the present to go and talk to him. Chris stood, and taking a deep breath, walked toward Lipschitz's office. Upon entering, Chris noticed that Lipshitz was on the phone and having a very animated conversation with some unlucky person. Chris saw Lipschitz's eyes widen as he noticed Chris enter and he waved him absently to a chair.
"I want that report on my desk by tomorrow, do you hear me?" Lipshitz yelled into the phone. "That's what I like to hear!" He said ending the conversation. Lipshitz sat back in his chair and studied his detective with a thoughtful attitude. "Is there something I can do for you Chris?"
Chris stood and began pacing the office stalling for time. Lipschitz began to rub his chest as he watched his detective with a sense of foreboding. Whenever Chris or Rita acted skittish he knew something bad was going on, and instead of waiting for Chris, he spoke first "You know the rules Lorenzo you and Rita can't remain partners, and as soon as we find you new ones, you'll be split up, so don't even try to argue with me!"
Chris stopped pacing and turned to Lipshitz and replied, "I know that Cap and that's not why I'm here—" Chris fell into silence and resumed his seat.
"WELL what is it, Chris? Spit it out!" Lipschitz demanded at last.
"I'd like a week's vacation time for myself and Rita so we can go on our honeymoon. I know that will leave you short-handed, and I'm sorry, but this is something I really want to do! Rita's been working so hard and with the baby coming who knows when we'll get a chance to get away again." Chris fell silent and waited for Lipschitz to reply.
Harry Lipschitz sat back in his chair and seemed to be lost in thought. Finally he said in a soft, sad, voice, "Franny and I never went on a honeymoon and it has been something I've long regretted. At the time we didn't have the money for both a honeymoon and our apartment rent so we went without. When we finally did have the money, work got in the way. I always said I'd make it up to her someday, but things sometimes get away from you."
"I'm sorry Cap, I didn't know, but I'm sure Franny understood," Chris said.
"Maybe she did, and we've been on a lot of very nice vacations since, but it wasn't the same!" Harry shook his head and went on after a second, "Chris I want you to learn from my mistake and go on this honeymoon with Rita! If you don't, you'll always regret it! A marriage is about more than one event, but if you let things slip by you it's often very hard to recapture them."
Chris smiled at the older man he'd grown so close to over the years, who'd become much more than just a boss. "Thank you Harry! I think I've planned a great honeymoon!" Chris said in an excited voice.
Harry smiled and asked looking over his glasses at Chris, "Where are you taking her? It better be someplace nice, Lorenzo!"
Chris stood and bent over Harry's desk, placing two hands on it for support. Harry did the same. Chris made a show of looking around the office for nonexistent eavesdroppers and said in a soft, conspiratorial tone. "Hawaii! We have reservations for a resort on Oahu called the Black Beach!"
Harry smiled, "Good, Lorenzo, good! That's a great choice. I've known a few people who have gone there, but it's a very expensive place, are you sure you can afford to go there? I mean, with the baby on the way."
Chris' grin evaporated and whispered back, "We have the money to get to Hawaii, and spend a few days in a modest hotel, but no, we don't have the money for the resort."
"Then how can you stay there?" Harry asked sinking back to his chair.
Chris resumed his seat and explained, "Well the owner of the resort is an old college friend, and he owes me a few favors, so I told him we'd be even if he could help us out with our travel plans. We're getting one of the best rooms in the resort and the full activities package for half the normal price."
"Well that's some friend!" Harry was going to ask what Chris had done for his friend but thought better of it. Instead he asked, "What does Rita think about it? She must be very excited!"
Chris laughed nervously, "Ah, she doesn't know, I was going to tell her tonight!" Chris saw Harry's concerned expression and grew worried, "Do you think I messed up?"
Harry shrugged, "I'm not sure Chris, you know Rita doesn't like being kept out of things, but at the same time, it's a very romantic thing to do. It's just that most women want a hand in setting up their honeymoon, and might be upset by their husband's doing everything without their input."
Chris considered Harry's words, "I thought of that, but I wanted to surprise her with this. She's been though so much lately with the baby, us being split up, and work in general. Plus she had to get used to living with me full time and that can't be easy" Chris admitted with a smile. "I'll let her have all the input she wants and if she doesn't want to go there, then we'll just find someplace else."
"I'm sure it will be fine, Chris, and Rita will be very happy to be going. She loves you Chris and she'll love you no matter where you go," Harry said speaking from the heart.
Chris nodded. "I know she does and I love her! Another thing, Cap, can I leave a bit early? I have a few things to set up for tonight."
"Sure Chris, but there's just one thing," Harry said and Chris turned to look at him. "Do not make a habit of doing things without Rita's input! Do you hear me? I know you meant well, but it is a dangerous thing to do, and could cause problems down the road. Remember being married is the ultimate form of partnership, and you can't keep things from your partner! Do you understand what I'm saying to you, Chris? You can't do it again!" Harry was dead serious and Chris took him at his word. He paused before replying allowing Harry's warning to sink in.
"I know, I know, and I won't do it again," Chris swore to himself that he'd heed Harry's warning and never keep anything from Rita again. Chris shook Harry's hand and walked quickly back to his desk for a moment to retrieve his jacket and then moved to the swinging palm tree doors which led out of the squad room.
Two hours later, Rita dragged herself into the squad room and toward her desk. She wasn't surprised to find herself alone in the room, but she was surprised to not find Chris there and her expression became one of confusion mixed with a bit of anger. This changed, however, as she noticed the single red rose on her desk and a card addressed to her. She smiled, picked up the rose to smell it and then turned her attention to the note which was in Chris' hand, it said:
Sam,
I'm sorry to have left without you, but there were some things I needed to take care of, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get a message to you in time. I know you must be tired, and wondering what I'm doing, but I promise I'll explain everything to you once I see you. I might not be home when you get there, but don't let this bother you. I'll be back as soon as I can and I left the car for you. There is one last thing, I have a present waiting for you at home, I hope you like it!
Love,
Chris
Rita shook her head, wondering what he was up to and reread the letter looking for clues, but finding none, she rose from her desk and made her way out of the building. She arrived at the apartment and found it empty just as Chris predicted. She then remembered that Chris left a present for her and she began to search for it and finally found it in their bedroom. She opened the box and gasped as she pulled out its contents a gorgeous black cocktail dress she'd been eying ever since she saw it in a store a few months before. She'd shown it to Chris, but he'd been very disinterested, and she resigned herself to not getting it as a present and buying it herself. Tears came to her eyes as she realized that Chris had been listening to her and knew she wanted this dress. Brushing away tears she noticed another card to her from Chris.
Rita,
I hope you enjoy the dress, Sam! I want you to put it on and get ready to go out. I'm sure that going out is the last thing on your mind, but I think you'll enjoy tonight, and I have something important to discuss with you...
Love you,
Chris
Rita smiled and wondered what that 'important thing' Chris had to discuss with her was, but she put aside her natural inclination to solve riddles as she walked to the bathroom and began to get ready for her night with Chris. She began her preparations with a bubble bath which soothed her tired body and refreshed her thoroughly. Finally, she slipped into the dress which would soon be far to small for her, and fixed her makeup, and then waited for Chris to return. About a half hour later she was surprised to hear the doorbell ring and rushed to answer it. She found a man standing at the door, dressed in a suit, and before she could ask what he wanted, he said "Mrs. Lorenzo, I've been instructed by your husband, Chris Lorenzo, to give you this card and to drive you to meet him." The man handed Rita another card which she quickly opened and read.
Hi, Sam, I know you must really be wondering what I'm up to now, but your questions will soon be answered. Just go with the driver and he'll take you to me.
Love,
Chris
Rita studied the card and the man before her and paused in thought, her training, and years of experience making her cautious. She didn't sense any danger, and it was unlikely that this was a trap, but to be on the safe side, she excused herself on the pretense of retrieving her purse took one of her smaller guns as well. The driver made no attempt to enter the apartment and Rita made sure to lock the door after her. The driver gestured to her to follow him and she was only slightly surprised to find a stretch limo waiting for her. The driver helped her in and drove into the city and stopped next to a restaurant that Rita had never been to before but heard was excellent. The driver again helped her out and escorted her inside where a waiter quickly ushered her upstairs. Rita noticed a single door at the top of the steps which the waiter opened for her. He gestured for her to enter. The moment Rita did so he shut the door behind her. Rita was thrust into partial darkness with only a few candles giving some illumination. She grew worried but her tension quickly dissipated as a very familiar voice called to her.
"I'm glad you've finally arrived! I'm sorry to have made such a production of this, but you know I have a bit of a romantic streak," Chris stepped out of the shadows and walked toward her looking wonderful in a tuxedo.
Rita arched her eyebrows in amusement and replied, "A bit? I'll buy that or perhaps you're just crazy."
Chris reached for her and she lifted her head to kiss him, "I am crazy, crazy about you! Besides I know you love it!"
"Humm, well that's true, and I guess that's why I love you so much, you know me so well! And Chris—" Rita paused and stepped away from him, turning around slowly, "thank you for the dress."
"You're welcome, it sure does look wonderful on you and fits in all the right places! It is a sure fire mood setter!"
"Down boy! I'm surprised you can see me at all with this room so dark. Why is it dark anyway? Don't they pay their electric bills here?"
Chris smiled at Rita's barb, and without responding, moved toward the wall and pressed a button. Suddenly the far wall began to open to reveal a floor to celling window which, when fully opened, bathed the room in the soft glow of moon and starlight. With the additional light, Rita was able to see a table set for two and the expensive furnishings in what she came to realize was a private dinning room. Music began to play softly in the background. "Is that enough light for you, Sam?" Chris asked.
"More than enough, Sam! This is so wonderful! I've heard of this place, but I've never been inside. How did you set this up?" She asked as she walked toward him.
"It wasn't that hard really. I just wanted to do something special for you. Come and sit down! I'm sure you must be starving."
Rita moved to sit as Chris held her chair for her. Two waiters appeared and quickly set out the meal and then departed. The meal was very good and Rita was supremely content as she sat across from her new husband and long-time best friend. During the meal Rita had attempted to get Chris to tell her about that 'important thing' he needed to discuss with her, but he always sidestepped the question. It wasn't until the dessert was eaten and cleared away, and they had moved to sit in the small sitting room's love seat that he was ready to talk.
"That was a wonderful meal, Chris, and it's been a great night, but you said you had something to discuss with me, so come on-out with it!" Rita said with mirth.
"Okay, you're right. Here open this," he handed her a small box, "I think this will begin to explain."
Rita followed instructions and was puzzled as she found a number of brochures about a Hawaiian honeymoon, two airline tickets, and another brochure for what looked like a resort. "What is this, Chris?" She asked.
"It could be our honeymoon, if you'd like it to be," Chris answered.
Rita flipped though the resort's brochure, "This sounds very expensive Chris. Can we afford it?"
"Yes we can. The resort, it's called the Black Beach as you can see. It's owned by a friend of mine from college who just happens to owe me a few big favors. I told him I'd consider the debts repaid if he'd help us set up our honeymoon at a reasonable price and he agreed."
Rita stared at Chris and asked with a slight edge to her voice, "You set this up already, didn't you? Without asking me?"
Chris caught his breath and regretted having kept his plans from her. He answered her honestly, "Yes I did and I'm very sorry! I know it was wrong of me, but I wanted to surprise you, however, I know that it was not the right thing to do. You're my wife and I shouldn't have kept you from having input on something so important! I also know it's a habit I need to quickly break; we can't have any secrets between us! I don't want you to feel like we have to go on this trip if you don't want to. It's up to you, and I'll do whatever you want." Chris fell silent and awaited for the reproach he knew was coming.
Rita studied Chris, her green eyes revealing nothing to him. She finally spoke in a slow, distinct, voice. "It was wrong of you Chris, and I think you know why, but I also know you'll never do it again. I am correct in thinking that, right Christopher?" She asked and received a nod from Chris. She enjoyed teasing him and was not really mad. She smiled, and she went on, "However, with that said, I think we should accept your friend's generous offer; once I look over these brochures that is! I need to make sure you thought of everything, Chris, I know things can slip your mind in the heat of the moment." Rita smiled at Chris, kidding with him.
"So that means you're not mad at me?" Chris asked tentatively.
"No, I'm not mad at you at all, and it was very romantic thing to do, but you need to learn what you can and cannot keep from me. I've kept things from you too, but a honeymoon is something for both of us, and part of the fun is being able to plan it with the one you love. Feel free, however, to keep birthday plans, anniversary plans, and other romantic adventures to yourself, as I will. Everything else, let me know about, okay, Sam?"
Chris smiled in relief, "That sounds like a plan!"
Rita grinned and moved to Chris and getting comfortable in his arms prompted, "So why don't you tell me more about what you have planned for our honeymoon—"
Chris checked his watch for the fifth time on the morning of their departure. He was growing more and more impatient by the second. George Donovan would be coming soon to pick them up and take them to the airport. What was taking Rita so long, he wondered? He was trying to be patient, knowing she was not herself, and maybe it was just traveling nerves. After all, she was pregnant, and was going to be on a plane for many hours. 'What if it is too much for her?' Chris wondered to himself.
"Chris!" He came out of his reverie to a beautiful sight: his wife smiling at him. "Are you okay?" She asked. "I'm sorry I took so long, but I wanted to make sure we have everything."
Chris smiled back at Rita, as he said, "Yeah, I'm fine, Sam. I guess I'm just excited! How are you? Are you feeling okay? If you're very tired when we reach LA, we can take a later flight to Hawaii if you like. I don't want you to over-stress yourself."
Rita frowned and folded her arms across her chest, she said, dropping her head, "I'll be fine, thank you, Sam! I won't fall apart!" Rita turned toward the window as a car horn sounded indicating George's arrival. "That's George, let's get going." Rita marched past him and out the front door.
Chris shook his head and said under his breath, "You are amazing, Rita Lee Lance-Lorenzo! Ha!" He picked up their bags and followed his wife out.
The flight to L.A. was uneventful; however, once they were there, they were told that their connecting flight was delayed. Rita went in search of a bathroom, and Chris approached the ticket counter to see what arrangements could be made.
"Excuse me," Chris began to the young woman behind the ticket desk. She looked up at him, her eyes widening with interest, and she replied in a sultrier voice than was professional, "Hello my name is Amy! How can I be of service to you?" She emphasized the word service; a fact that did not go unnoticed by Chris. "You were on flight 234 weren't you?" She asked smiling up at him.
Chris grinned back in respect, "That's very good! I was—"
"So you're from Florida?" She interrupted, "It's so nice there! What part of the state are you from exactly?"
"Palm Beach" Chris answered.
"Oh, Palm Beach, that sounds great! I've heard it's a very sexy place." Chris gazed at her in open astonishment. A few months ago he would have responded to her flirting but now he was uncertain what to do.
Chris attempted to regain control of the conversation, "Well it's an interesting place." Chris played with his wedding band hoping that would settle her down-it didn't. Chris sighed and said forcefully, "Look my name is Chris Lorenzo; we were supposed to connect with a flight to Hawaii, but it seems like it was canceled. Are there any other flights to Hawaii today?"
"Let me check—" She bent down over her computer. She shook her head. "I'm afraid not. The next flight is tomorrow at 9:00 am. I'm sorry. It looks like you're going to be spending a night in LA, courtesy of the air line." She bent forward and said in a low tone. "You know, Chris, I get off work soon. How would you like it if I showed you the town? I'll make sure you have a night to remember!" Chris' mouth dropped open.
"Well, thanks for the offer, but I don't think my wife would be very pleased."
"What's going on, Chris?" He turned to find Rita staring at him and Amy. She'd evidently overheard at least part of the conversation and was not pleased.
"Sam!" Chris said, "I'm glad to see you!"
"I bet you are, Chris," Rita said in a chipped tone. Chris pulled her closer and wrapped an arm around her.
"Amy," Chris said to the woman. "Why don't you book us on that 9:00 flight." Amy eyed the pair for a second and, realizing she'd lost, moved to her keyboard. She punched up the boarding passes and handed them to Chris.
"You're booked on the 9 o'clock. Also, the airline has booked a room for you in the Hilton. Here are the directions. Have a nice night." She remarked coldly, looking at Rita with envy.
Rita eyed the woman back and replied, kissing Chris on the cheek, "Oh, I plan to!" The pair walked away to claim their bags.
"So," Rita began to Chris, "what was that all about? Hmm? I can't leave you alone for second!"
"What?" Chris asked feigning confusion, "I was just seeing about getting another flight, and this woman came on to me. I didn't do anything!"
"You better not, Sam!" Rita smiled up at him as they kissed outside the exit doors.
They broke the kiss, and Chris glanced up and down the busy street. "So," he asked rhetorically, "this is LA? Doesn't seem so tough."
Rita smiled at Chris and asked, "Your mom lives here, right? Maybe we should look her up."
Chris frowned and replied, "Yes she does, and no we won't! I'm supposed to be having fun! Seeing my mother would not be fun!" Chris moved forward to hail a cab while Rita remained by their bags and studied Chris. After a few moments, Chris succeeded in getting a cab and moved back to Rita. The skycap placed their bags in the waiting cab as they took seats inside. Chris gave the driver directions to the hotel as he pulled away from the curb.
Rita stared silently out the window watching the people move about. She'd always wondered why people were so fascinated with California and LA in particular. So many people risked everything for a shot at the big time here. A shot at the golden ring; at the dream. In that way, it was not unlike Palm Beach, dreams were ripe there are as well. City of Angels. But were they rising or falling?
Chris noticed Rita's silence and wondered if he was the cause. He'd seen her this way before, reflective and contemplative. Rita was far deeper then most people gave her credit for. This was not to say people thought of her as shallow, they didn't, rather she was looked upon as being logical, business-like, and controlled. But Chris knew the true Rita-his Rita. The Rita who saw more in a situation or person, saw the darkness of life and the light beyond. She was his light, and regardless of what lay ahead for them, she would always be there to help him lift the darkness that was sure to fall. Chris hoped he could be her light too.
Chris sighed and looked out his window, "Are you mad at me, Rita? You're too quiet."
Several seconds lapsed before she answered, her voice almost inaudible. "I'm not mad at you, Chris, but I am a bit disappointed. You didn't tell your parents we got married, did you?" She turned toward him, and Chris found it hard to meet her eyes.
Chris finally looked at her and replied, "No I didn't—I saw no reason to tell them."
"No reason?" Rita shook her head in amazement. "They're your parents Chris! I have no parents, remember! Everyday I wish I did so I could share the love, joy, and happiness I feel being married to you. What does our love mean if you're not willing to share your feelings with the ones who love you? Huh?"
Chris shook his head and fired back more aggressively then he would have liked, "That's the whole point, Sam, they don't love me! I've tried to reach out to them. Both of them and it hasn't worked. For a time I thought my dad and I were doing better, but then it fell apart again. I can't take it anymore Rita! I do love you and don't ever think I don't! I want to tell them, but then what?"
Chris' tone softened and he said, "I'm sorry I yelled at you! I need to work this out in my own way! I will tell them. I just don't want you to be mad or upset. That's not what this trip is about! Please Rita!"
Rita looked away and nodded her head slowly. "Okay, I understand, but I'm here for you if you need me, you know that."
"Yeah, I know." Chris smiled and tried to break the tension between them, whispering in Rita's ear, nuzzling her neck, "How would you like to spend our night in LA, Sam? This is our honeymoon after all!" Chris' hand moved slowly up Rita's thigh, but was stopped from going higher by her hand.
She turned toward him and said in a soft, warning tone, which belied her seductive manner and lust shrouded eyes, "Slow down, Tiger, Pussy Cat doesn't play in a crowd. But once we're alone, you get to use all my toys!" Rita smiled at him and Chris blinked in surprise and delight. She slid closer to Chris, her hand coming to rest on his own thigh. He sighed and laid his head against the passenger side window. Where the hell was this hotel? He wondered. He was just about to ask the driver how much longer they would be when they made a sharp turn into the hotel's entrance.
Chris paid the cabby and helped Rita out of the car as their bags were retrieved by a bellhop. They moved to the front desk and got their room key. Both were grateful that the airline had successfully reserved a room for them. With the bellhop following, they moved toward the waiting elevators. Rita could tell that Chris was tense, and she was amused by it. Not that she didn't feel the same tension, but focusing on Chris made her less aware of her own needs. Finally the door opened and they walked the remaining few feet to their door. Chris quickly tipped the bellhop who smiled and walked out while Rita surveyed the room quietly. The furnishings were utilitarian and charmless, she noted, but the room seemed clean, and after all, it was only for a night. It was not the best hotel room in the world, but it wasn't the worst either. She sat on the bed and glanced toward Chris.
"So," Chris began, "Do you want to call room service or would you rather go out?"
Rita rose quickly from the bed and moved to him. "I think we should go out, it's still early, and I feel great. And like you said, we're in LA!" She kissed him softly and moved off to change. Chris smiled and shook his head at her as she walked away.
Not knowing when they would be back, Chris and Rita tried to make the most of their time in LA. They visited the famous Hollywood and Vine, Grummens Chinese theater, and the Hollywood walk of fame.
"Hey, Rita, check it out, Humphrey Bogert's star. This is so cool, Sam! Bogy was the coolest man alive!" Rita turned, and walked toward him, as he knelt in front of his favorite actor's star.
"That's really neat, Chris," Rita answered with a smile.
Chris stood up, "Neat? That's all you can think of to say-neat!"
"You're right, Chris, it's very neat," Rita corrected. "Oh, Sam, look Barbara Stanwick's star!" Rita said excitedly.
Rita and Chris had a interesting day in L.A. visiting the sights, but as it began to grow late, they realized they needed to find a place to eat dinner. They were unsure where to go, but when they came upon a small, romantic-looking restaurant named Victoria's, they decided to give it a shot. Chris held the door open for Rita, and she walked into the vestibule. She smiled as she gazed at the interior of the restaurant which seemed to be a transplant of New York City's Little Italy. Obviously the owners were originally from New York. Rita herself had only been there a few times, and never to Little Italy, but it seemed authentic.
"This looks like a nice place, Sam," Chris said coming up behind her.
"It does, it has a lot of atmosphere. I only hope the food is as good," Rita replied. They walked up to a middle-aged man who would have been called a maitre d' in a more expensive restaurant.
"Can I help you?" The man inquired with a smile and a New York accent.
"Yes," Chris answered, "we'd like a table for two."
"Of course," he replied, "one moment, please." He turned and made a show of studying the dining room for a vacant table. Rita and Chris exchanged puzzled looks as they saw a number of empty tables.
The maitre d' turned back quickly, "I have a table for you right now, my name is Salvatore Vasari, I am the owner, and I'd like to welcome you to Victoria's. I'm sorry for the delay," he said as he led them to a table, "but we've not been doing as good a business as I'd like. I guess I'm hoping customers will just appear." He fell silent as Chris and Rita took their seats.
After a moment he went on in a wistful voice, "I remember when my wife and I first opened for business some thirty-five years ago. Some nights there was standing room only and an hour's wait."
"Where are you from, Mr. Vasari?" Rita asked.
"New York City, but my wife is from Florida, Palm Beach to be exact. I was working down there as a chef, and she was a waitress," Vasari answered.
"We're from Palm Beach, too. My name is Rita, and this is my husband, Chris. It sure is a small world!" Rita exclaimed.
Vasari smiled, "Really? It is a small world! Well, it's very nice to meet both of you. Wait-let me go and get my wife." He walked into the kitchen and quickly returned with a woman in tow.
Vasari introduced his wife, "Annie, I'd like to introduce you to Chris and Rita Lorenzo, they are from Palm Beach. Chris, Rita, this is my wife, Annie."
"It's nice to meet you, Ma'am," Chris said.
Annie Vasari smiled warmly at the young couple, "Likewise, I haven't been home in so long! I often miss it! What are you doing in LA, if I may ask?"
"We're on our honeymoon and trying to get to Hawaii, but our flight was delayed until tomorrow morning," Rita explained.
"Well that's wonderful! Congratulations on your marriage and good luck to you," Vasari replied.
"Thank you," Chris replied.
"Annie and I were on our honeymoon when we came here. That was a long time ago," Vasari said.
Annie looked at her husband with a sideways glance, "Sal, they don't need to have a blow by blow of our lives, they must be hungry. Have you even given them a chance to look at the menus?"
Sal looked sheepishly at his wife who shook her head in exasperation. Chris and Rita grinned at the older couple. They opened the menus and were pleased by the selections; everything sounded delicious. Rita selected a chicken dish with pasta and fresh vegetables, and Chris picked cavatille with dried tomatoes. They were served quickly, and the food was wonderful.
"Man that was great! So would you like some dessert, Sam?" Chris asked with a grin, "I noticed they have cheese cake."
Rita shook her head and said in a tempting voice, "What I'd like for dessert isn't listed on the menu."
Chris' eyes widened in understanding and he quickly called, "Check! Mr. Vasari, may I have the check, please!"
Vasari appeared at their table, "Of course, did you enjoy your meal?"
"It was very good, Mr. Vasari," Rita replied not taking her eyes off Chris.
As he wrote out the check, Vasari studied the couple before him and smiled as he remembered the remark his wife made about Chris and Rita.
"Those two have something really special! You can see it in their eyes, and feel it pass between them-it's electric!"
"Here you go," Vasari said handing Chris the check, "it was a pleasure meeting you, and if you're ever in LA again, please stop by."
"Thank you, Mr. Vasari and thank for us. We really enjoyed ourselves," Chris replied taking Rita by the hand and guiding her to the door.
"They were really nice," Rita said to Chris as he hailed a cab.
Chris smiled and took Rita into his arms, and in response, Rita began to kiss him lightly on the face. "So," Rita began, "this is a honeymoon, it's not bad at all, I could get used to this."
Chris returned the kiss and said softly, "I aim to please! This is forever, Rita, fifty years at least!" Chris grinned at her.
Rita frowned, and raised her eyebrows, "Only fifty? Jeeze, Chris, I was hoping for at least sixty."
The cab pulled up to the curb, and Chris didn't reply at first, but once inside, he leaned over to Rita and said, "I think I can deal with sixty, but you have to go easy on me, you know, take care of me!"
Rita grinned and rolled her eyes, "Easy, huh? Hmm, well, I guess I can do that but not tonight! I have plans for you tonight!" Rita moved slowly toward Chris, her green eyes full of love and trust, never wavering from his. She laid her head on his shoulder, and he was content to just hold her, his future, his Sam.
A few moments later the cab pulled up to the hotel, and the couple moved quickly into the hotel and retrieved their room key and walked to the elevator. The moment the elevator doors opened, Chris kissed Rita and the intensity of kiss forced her into the back of elevator, but Chris was gentle, ever conscious of the delicate life growing inside his wife's body. The doors closed, and the elevator began its ascent.
Rita sighed with pleasure as Chris' mouth sought hers, and she absorbed the love in his kiss and returned it in kind. Not even the ping of the elevator, as it reached their floor, forced them apart, and the doors started closing just as Chris managed to get to the controls to stop its movement. Rita backed Chris though the door and into the hallway unmindful of her surroundings; a common occurrence when she kissed Chris. For his own part, Chris struggled to find their room while remaining in contact with Rita. He finally had to break contact with Rita for a moment as he worked the key into the lock and opened the door, thankful he did so on the first attempt. Rita quickly moved back to his waiting lips, and he guided her toward the bed. She managed to pull off his jacket just as Chris eased her onto the bed. Her heart quickened as she felt one of Chris' hands moved deftly to the hem of her skirt and slowly began to move it upwards. Not one to be left out of her husband's fun, Rita took hold of the zipper and belt of Chris' pants and began to remove the garment. Rita smiled happily up at Chris as he began to slowly unbutton her blouse and then remove her bra. She gasped as his mouth sought her breast and his hand moved downward; its sole mission to please her. Rita struggled to retain focus as she began to remove his shirt, needing to get closer to him. Sensing Rita's need, Chris rolled over to allow her full rein and access to him, and she did not disappoint as her lips and tongue moved across his body. Chris groaned as Rita took charge, and she surprised him with the intensity of their love making. Rita cried out and her body convulsed around Chris' as they reached release together.
Rita was enveloped by a warm glow as she rested on Chris' chest and attempted to slow her rapid breathing. Chris gently rubbed her back enjoying the feel of her body and reveling in her beauty. Rita looked down at him, her eyes full of love. "I love you, Chris! I love you so much!"
Chris nodded slightly, "And I love you, Rita, I always have, and I always will!" Rita smiled and closed her eyes tired but sated as sleep overtook her. Her last conscious thoughts were of Chris and their unborn baby. She'd waited so long for this kind of happiness, she'd waited so long for him, and now the wait was over. She'd found love in the arms of her best friend-her partner-exactly where she'd always known it would be.
'The phone? What happened? A murder? Suicide? Where's Rita?' Chris awoke with a start as he grabbed for the bedside phone, still half asleep, "Lorenzo!"
"Mr. Lorenzo, this is the main desk, it is 7:00, you said you wanted a wake-up call."
Chris shook his head as he remembered where he was, "Yes, thank you, could you please connect me with room service." He glanced at Rita as she attempted to grab a few extra moments of sleep.
"I can take your order, Sir, what would you like?" Chris ordered a light breakfast and was told it would be ready in about a half an hour. He moved to the bathroom and prepared the shower. With this task done, he turned his attention to his sleepy wife.
"Sammy," he whispered softly bending over her, "it's time to get up. Remember we have a plane to catch."
Rita groaned in protest as Chris switched on the light. "Good morning to you, too, Sam!" she said in an irritable tone.
Chris grinned sheepishly, "Sorry, Sam! Good morning. How are you feeling? Do you feel sick at all?" He bent over and kissed her softly.
"You're forgiven. No, I feel good. I guess the morning sickness is starting to go away," Rita replied pulling herself into a sitting position.
"I've ordered room service, and we just have enough time for a shower before it comes," without warning, Chris picked Rita up in his arms and carried her toward the shower.
Rita raised an eyebrow and smiled as she heard the sound of the running water. "That sounds perfect, Christopher! How much time to we have?" Chris stepped into the shower before replying and let go of Rita's legs which quickly found hold on his hips.
"Not enough," Chris replied back with a smile as he moved to claim Rita's lips once more.
Two and a half hours later, a very content Chris and Rita found themselves over the Pacific and heading toward Hawaii. "We're finally on our way, Sam," Chris said with a grin.
"I still find it hard to believe that we're really going to Hawaii! It's like a dream, but the last few weeks have been like a dream," Rita answered in a wistful voice.
"You make it sound like a bad thing," Chris replied in a slightly hurt tone.
Rita looked at him in concern, "No, Chris, it's not a bad thing at all. I didn't explain myself very well, it's just that I've wanted this for so long, and now it's finally become real. I'm so excited about our future and this baby, but I guess I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Bad habits died hard, but I can't allow my past to control me! I know that now. No more doubts and no more regrets, Chris, I've had a lifetime of them, and I'm sick of it!" Rita said.
Chris nodded and taking Rita's hand in his, replied, "I know, Rita, I know, we don't get any assurances in this life, Sam. But I'll tell you this, no matter what, you'll never be alone again! I'll always be there for you, forever!"
"I know that, Chris, and the same goes for me, all you have to do is call my name, and I'll be there-at your side." To emphasize her words, Rita moved toward Chris and kissed him passionately.
"Ah, excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt," Chris and Rita broke their kiss and turned to see a flight attendant gazing down at them in amusement. Rita's face began to turn a bright shade of red, and Chris laughed nervously.
"Sorry about that, we didn't see you," Chris replied.
"That's okay, are you going on your honeymoon?" The flight attendant asked knowingly.
"Yes, we are, how did you know?" Rita asked with a puzzled expression on her face.
The flight attendant smiled, "Experience! Ah, we'll be serving dinner soon, and I was wondering if you'd like some wine with your meal. We have a nice selection."
"I won't be able to, but you can if you'd like, Chris," Rita said turning to him.
Chris shook his head, "No, that's okay, if you don't, then I don't. Do you happen to have apple cider?" Chris asked.
"As a matter of fact we do. I'll go and get a bottle for you," the flight attendant replied.
"Thank you," Rita said as the flight attendant walked away. She turned toward Chris, remarking with a grin, "I feel like a high school kid caught necking in a parked car."
"Why, because you were kissing your husband? I don't think anybody cares, besides, it's not the first time we've made out in public," Chris said with a roguish grin.
Rita gave him venomous look that was quickly replaced by a playful smile, "That's true, Chris, we've had to sacrifice our dignity in the name of doing the job on more then one occasion, you know, going that extra mile to get the bad guys!"
"Wait, wait, are you saying that kissing me was a sacrifice?" Chris asked in a hurt tone.
"No," Rita said solemnly, "it was a guilty pleasure, and I enjoyed it more then I should have, but I was unwilling to admit to myself that the reason I enjoyed it so much was that I was in love with you." Their meals arrived, and Rita fell silent as she began to eat. Being pregnant seemed to have increased her appetite four-fold.
"So the kiss we shared when we went undercover as the Wellmans was good for you, wasn't it?" Rita nodded. "Ha! I knew it, I knew you felt something, too!" Chris said with a pleased smile.
"Every moment we shared was important to me, Chris, and I hope for many more moments to come," Rita said taking Chris' hand in hers. Chris wasn't sure how to reply, and his throat felt suddenly tight. Rita closed her eyes slightly and laid back in her seat.
"We will, Rita, we have the rest of our lives, but now it's time for you to rest! Sleep, Sammy, sleep."
The rest of the flight was uneventful, and the plane landed on time. Disembarking from the plane and finding their luggage was a bit more difficult then they'd expected, however. It took a full hour and a half for them to claim their bags and get their rental car, and to finally leave the airport, their necks covered by colorful, but garish, leis.
"Man," Chris said as he loaded their bags into the rental car, "it was a total zoo in that airport!"
"It was, for awhile there I wasn't sure we'd make it out before this baby comes!" Rita said sarcastically as she watched Chris packing the car; Chris had opted for a convertible.
Chris grinned, finished with the bags, and got into the driver's seat. "Well, we won't be back here for a week!"
Rita nodded, and buckled herself in before she asked with assumed casualness, "So, are you sure you know how to get to the resort?"
Chris tensed as he started the car and replied with a slight edge to his voice, "Of course I do, the directions I got were very explicit, besides, I've never gotten lost in my life! Why are you worried?" he asked pulling into the street.
Rita held up her hands, "I was just making sure, Chris. I have complete faith in your navigational skills."
"I'd hope so," Chris said in a self satisfied voice, "I have an unvarying sense of direction."
Two long and "meandering" hours later, Chris and Rita drove into the exclusive Black Beach Resort. The resort was situated on about 25 acres of land and drew its name from the black volcanic sand on its private beach. Other than a hotel and a number of fine restaurants, it boasted a full spa and exercise facilities, a golf course, tennis courts, horse back riding, boating, and a helicopter tour of the islands. Chris and Rita couldn't help but shake their heads in awe as they gazed at their new surroundings.
Rita let out a low whistle as they drew up to the doors of the main hotel, "Your friend must be doing an amazing business, Chris, this resort looks fabulous. The grounds are breathtaking. How did he ever get his hands on a place like this? Does he come from money?"
Chris shrugged as he got out of the car and gave the keys to the valet, "No, his family is middle class. I'm not totally sure how he got involved with the resort, but he was the type of person who has opportunities fall into his lap. He's a real wheeler dealer but—" Chris paused as he and Rita walked into the hotel where they were met by two young and very attractive women, who greeted them with the traditional Hawaiian aloha and more leis .
"But?" Rita prompted gently as she attempted to untangle the leis from her necklaces.
"I always figured things would come back to haunt him. Everything came easy for him, and he always had an angle, but he never worked for anything, and never got caught. I mean, he basically cheated his way though school. I always felt it was unfair in a way, he'd just charm people and get away with it where I'd have to work my butt off."
Rita nodded in understanding, "I've known a lot of people like that, but in the end, they do get caught. You're a better person for working so hard, Chris, and you'll get more out of life as a result. You're a honorable and decent man, and that's one of the many reasons why I love you so much!" Rita placed her hands on Chris' chest as she gazed up at him and planted a warm, tender kiss on his lips.
"Ahhh," Chris said, wrapping his arms around Rita's slim waist, "see, I knew clean living would pay off in the end. It won me Rita Lee Lance's heart!"
Rita smiled as she placed her hand in the crook of his arm, "Well, there was never any real competition for my heart Chris. I had already lost it to you, and I didn't want it back!"
Chris' only reply was a classic Lorenzo grin as they walked up to the front desk. The desk clerk greeted Chris and Rita with a warm smile, "Aloha, how may I help you?"
"I believe you have reservations for a Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Lorenzo," Chris replied.
The woman checked her computer, then replied, "Yes, sir, you and your wife are in Penthouse five, the Queens room. Here is your key, our Director of Activities will personally show you to your room, have a nice vacation."
As Rita and Chris waited for the Activities Director, they took time to admire the beautiful hotel lobby which was unlike any they'd seen before. It was decorated in a traditional Hawaiian style, and Hawaiian music played softly in the background; it all looked very exotic to Chris and Rita's eyes. Their consideration of the lobby was interrupted as someone called out, "Hello, Mr and Mrs. Lorenzo, my name is Nancy Martin, I'm Director of Activities, please come this way."
Chris asked Nancy Martin as she led them to their room, "Are you related to John Martin by any chance?"
Nancy laughed and replied, "Why yes, I am, John is my older brother." She asked Chris in return, "Do you know my brother, Mr. Lorenzo?"
Chris replied, "Yeah, we went to college together."
Nancy stopped short and gasped as she remembered something, she said in an excited voice, "You're the Chris Lorenzo from Florida State? My brother has talked about you often and all those spring break escapades."
Chris felt Rita staring at him in amusement, she said. "Christopher Lorenzo, I would not have believed it if I had not heard it myself, you had escapades?"
Nancy continued, "You mean he's not told you about the night in Fort Lor—
Chris quickly broke in, "I told you all about it, Rita, don't you remember?"
She did not remember him telling her, but she said nothing, 'let it pass for-now'-she thought to herself.
Nancy asked, "Are you enjoying your honeymoon so far, Mrs. Lorenzo?"
Rita smiled at her new title and replied, "Yes, it's been wonderful so far. This resort is magnificent, and I'm sure we'll be very happy here."
Nancy went on, "I hope you are! Where are you from, if I can ask?"
Chris replied this time. "We're from Florida, Palm Beach."
"What do you do there?," Nancy asked.
Rita replied, "We're police officers, detectives."
Nancy's eyes widened as she said, "My goodness, that sounds exciting!"
Chris laughed, "It can be at times, but it's often routine and boring like any job.
They finally arrived at their room, and Nancy said with a smile, "Again, I hope you enjoy your stay, and if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask me." She turned and walked away.
Chris unlocked the door and with one swift motion swept Rita into his arms and carried her across the threshold, kissing her as he did so. Rita wrapped a single arm around his strong neck, and with her free hand, stroked his face. Once in the room, Chris returned her to her feet, and his hand absently rubbed her stomach gently.
The tender moment passed, and Rita wasn't able to stop herself from asking. "Fort Lauderdale, Sam? What exactly happened there?"
Chris looked at her and smiled weakly, he sighed and shook his head before saying tentatively. "Ah, it was my first year, John was a senior, kind of my big brother, anyway we went to a party, on a boat, if I remember correctly and unfortunately I do." Chris covered his face with his hands and pleaded, "Sam, must I continue with this? Trust me you do not need to know."
Rita grinned in amusement, he could be so cute at times, she thought. She folded her arms across her chest and replied, "Fine, Sam, fine, some other time perhaps."
"Right," Chris said in a deadpan voice, "some other time." He shook his head and watched Rita as she examined the room. "It's nice, isn't it?" he asked at last.
"It's very nice, there's a sauna and a whirlpool in the bathroom and—" Rita swung open the French doors which led to the spacious balcony and stepped through. "—the view is breathtaking." Rita grasped the railing before her and gazed at the water in the distance. She sensed Chris' proximity, and her grip on the railing tightened as his hands seized her hips and his mouth sought that most sensitive area of her neck, just below her ear. The one that drove her crazy.
"It's all for you, Mrs. Lorenzo," Chris said softly.
Rita disagreed gently, "No, it's all for us, Mr. Lorenzo!" Rita turned to face Chris and began to plant light kisses on his face.
A few hours later Chris and Rita found themselves at the nightly luau. Other then being introduced to Hawaiian food, the couple was treated to an entertaining floor show which included dancers and singers. They also got to meet a number of other newlywed couples, and the night passed quickly. However, during a lull in the festivities, Rita and Chris were able to discuss what they wanted to do the next day.
"I'm still amazed at all the stuff we can do here, but I also want to be careful not to hurt you or the baby," Chris said.
"I know, Chris, but I'll be okay as long as I can rest and don't do anything that is too jarring," Rita grinned suggestively, "well almost everything."
Chris smiled, "So I've found out! Well maybe we should just play it by ear and see what happens."
"That sounds like a good idea, but we do have a few things planned and I'm sure we'll find ample ways to amuse ourselves. Are you ready to go back to the room?" Rita asked.
"Yes, I am," Chris rose and offered Rita his hand, confident they would indeed find ample ways to amuse themselves while in Hawaii.
Chris and Rita slept in late the next morning and to wake themselves up, they decided to take a short dip in the tidal pool. After a time, they returned to their room to shower and change before going to the dining room for a light brunch. They spent the rest of the morning exploring the resort and sunbathing on the beach, and later in the day, they went their separate ways for a time. Rita got a facial and manicure, and Chris spent time in the indoor batting cage and basketball courts. They enjoyed themselves but missed each other, too, and were happy when they met back at their room to prepare themselves for the cruise they, and many other guests in the hotel, would be going on in the resort's large yacht.
"Wow!" Chris exclaimed as Rita walked up to him in her floor length gown, "you look wonderful, Sammy!"
"Thank you, Sam, you look pretty fine yourself! Come on, let's getting going, I'm really looking forward to this cruise."
It didn't take long for Chris and Rita to reach the dock where the yacht was moored, but they felt a bit out of place as they boarded it. Shortly after they arrived, the boat got underway, and the passengers were ushered to the pre-dinner cocktail party that was held on the open deck. At one point, Chris whispered to Rita as they took in the people around them.
"So far all the people here accept us as a rich well-bred couple, but I wonder how many of these society people would accept us if they found out what we really do for a living?"
"Good question, but let's hope they don't ask. Just put on your party face, Sam," Rita instructed.
As it turned out, Rita and Chris were able to keep the discussions they had with the other passengers away from the issue of work. It wasn't that they were ashamed of what they did or who they were. No, they were proud of what they did and who they were, however, some part of them enjoyed the thrill of having a 'cover' so-to-speak, and stepping into another life, if only for a moment. The best part of the night by far was the dancing which followed dinner. Lost in the music, and each other, Rita and Chris didn't really care what other people might think of them; they were together, and that was all that mattered in the end, as they danced the night away.
For their second full day at the resort they went on an all-day bus tour and got to see a number of interesting sights. On their return to the resort, they rested and then went for dinner and another floor show. But Rita was eager to return to their room because she had, unbeknownst to Chris, bought a book on sensual massage which she was eager to try out on Chris. Chris was startled but very pleased as Rita outlined her plans to him on their return to their room. As Rita massaged his muscular back, she knew that she'd never felt as comfortable with another man as she did when she was with Chris. She felt totally open to him and everything he could offer her. Likewise, Chris felt blessed whenever Rita looked his way or touched him, instantly making him come alive. She was an amazing woman. He still felt a bit awed by the fact that she was in love with him and would be for the rest of their lives together. Rita and Chris' last conscious thoughts were identical as the line between massage and love making blurred and finally disappeared all together: things were as they were supposed to be-they were together.
The next morning, they awoke early so they could make it on time to the heliport where a helicopter was waiting to take them on an aerial tour of the islands. After assurances from the middle-aged, and very personable pilot, named T.C. (who came highly recommended by the resort) that Rita and the baby were in no danger, they climbed aboard for what they knew would be an exciting tour. On taking off they quickly learned that exciting was too mild a word for the tour. They scarcely breathed twice during the two hour flight which took them on a roller coaster tour of Oahu, Maui, and the Big Island of Hawaii. T.C. proved to be an expert pilot as he flew inches above the sea and straight towards a rugged and impressive cliff face. Rita and Chris let out relived sighs as T.C. banked away at the last moment and shot across the waves that broke against the rocky coast line.
"Ha, don't worry, folks, you're in good hands with T.C." He laughed heartily as he increased the height of the helicopter and dove into a beautiful jungle lined valley and back toward the resort. Chris and Rita were slightly disappointed as they landed and thanked T.C. for such a wonderful flight.
After such an exciting morning, Rita and Chris decided to spend a lazy day on the beach in an attempt to bring their heart rates back to normal. They were both looking forward to an oceanside dinner they had planned for later that night on a private stretch of beach which the hotel had put aside for that exact purpose. After a time they returned to their room to prepare and found a message from the staff informing them that everything was in readiness. Their reservation was for about fifteen minutes before sunset to give them time to get ready. Rita changed into a light sundress and Chris into cotton pants and shirt, and they walked down the garden path which led to the beach. Once there, they found a small bungalow, which was set up for them, but instead of going inside, Chris took a blanket and walked towards the calm water with Rita following.
Rita stared at the stunning sunset before her and turned toward Chris and was surprised to find him staring at her. "What's wrong Chris?" she asked.
"I have one last present to give to you, Rita; it's something I should have done awhile ago, but—" Chris reached into his pocket and removed a small box and handed it to Rita.
Rita's heart beat faster as she opened it and found a modest, but beautifully designed, diamond engagement ring shining back at her. It caught the light from the perfect Hawaiian sunset and seemed to glow a bright red fire. Rita looked back at Chris as tears of joy wetted her eyes.
"Rita, will you marry me again?" Chris took the ring and slipped the diamond onto her finger.
"Yes, I will, Chris! Yes, I'll gladly marry you again!" Rita exclaimed happily as she moved to embrace kisses became more passionate as Rita pushed Chris onto his back. Quickly becoming lost in each other, they barely noticed as the light slowly faded around them.
The next morning Chris said to Rita as he watched her finishing her makeup, "Let's go to Honolulu today. Nancy gave me a list of things not to miss there."
Rita turned away from the mirror to look at him and replied, "OK, that sounds good." Chris smiled and walked over to her. Extending his hand, she accepted it and rose. They walked hand in hand to the restaurant for breakfast.
The restaurant they were going to was a smaller one and not attached to the hotel. A winding garden path led to it, and as they were rounding a bend they heard a woman's terror-filled scream. Instinct took over, and they moved quickly toward the sound. Chris thought fleetingly about Rita and whether or not this scream for help was a prelude to danger. But this thought became irrelevant as they rounded a second bend and came upon the woman, a maid as it turned out, and the source of her screams, a young woman's dead body.