Kate waited for the inevitable but it never came to into being. She had really half expected Will to be at her door banging loudly on it begging her to reconsider going with him to Boston. But it never happened in person or with a phone call. The way she sees it he had ambushed her and she knew that what she did was the right choice. She is not that hung over now and she needs to get her butt in gear to make her ten am flight out of Kennedy. Her bags are packed and she is working on the last minute items for her carry on. She decided that instead of a cab she will have a car service bring her to Kennedy why not arrive in style? Making one last check of her apartment just to make sure that everything is secure and it is, on the way, out grabs her rolling suitcase as she heads towards the front door.

As she comes up to the front door her intercom buzzes. She hits the accept button and hears a voice but can't quite make it out so she asks the voice to repeat itself.

"Hello my name is Mark from Executive Limo and I'm here for a Miss Beckett for a ride to JFK."

"Hi, Mark. I'll be right down." Kate returned.

She made one last look at the apartment before she pulled the door open and closed it behind her locking up. She had her carry on hanging on her shoulder and her roll along behind her. She made it to the elevator and in no time and she was down in front of her building eyeing the new Lincoln MKZ through the door. In less than an hour, she would be at JFK hopping on a plane to Jamaica.

Xx

The flight while uneventful was a much needed break for Kate. The flight was four hours in duration and she had slept for the entire flight. She only woke up when the tires touched down on the runway. The flight attendant was kind enough to give her a pillow when they left JFK and seeing that she was just walking down the aisle she returned it to her.

"Thanks for the pillow." She said as she handed the pillow to back to the flight attendant.

"Enjoy your stay in Jamaica." She said and then the flight attendant walked away to help another customer.

When she exits into the terminal, she sees all the limo companies and cab services trying to vie for her business. But she steadfastly walks past them as if she's on a mission. They all try to offer her sightseeing tours, hot spots for the tourists if they can take her to her destination. She's wondering when the timeshare pitch will come in. Still, she walked past them with a purpose because she sees a driver from her all-inclusive hotel holding up her name on a legitimate hotel plaque.

"Hi, I'm Beckett."

"Hello, Miss Beckett. Welcome to Jamaica!" The driver said.

"Thank you."

"Do you have any bags at baggage claim?"

"I do. Just one roll behind. After that, we're free to go."

"Yeah mon. I love a person who travels lightly.

All Kate did was smile brightly.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, a smile that would stop traffic."

The driver then took Kate's carry on and slung it over his shoulder. By the time they got to baggage claim, they were the first ones there. Luckily Kate's bag was one of the first ones to come off the plane and onto the carousel. The gods must be smiling down on her because this never happens to her. She is usually waiting forever at the carousel to get her bag. With bag in hand, they headed for the exit.

The second they left the terminal Kate was met with a cool breeze. The sun was bright and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. This hotel must have some pull with the airport because the car isn't that far from where the driver came in. It was parked right by the exit to the terminal. Her bags were put in the trunk and the driver opened the right rear passenger door to the BMW 740i. The drive to the hotel was a short one. When she checked in she asked for the best location on the beach for laying out in the sun to get a tan. The concierge had given her the answer of 'anywhere on the beach will be a good spot'. But you'll be smart to use an SPF 4 or better. She thanks him for his information and she will hit the gift shop to pick up some suntan oil on the way to the beach.

She enters the room and the view is fantastic. She unpacks her clothes and pulls out a violet colored two-piece bikini. This bikini leaves nothing to the imagination. It barely covers her breasts. She really wants to kill Lanie because she's the one who picked it out for her. But what she can't get over is how skimpy the bottom half of the suit is. What's covering her butt and her private parts in nothing but a scrap of fabric. Not one to be a prude, she grabs a towel and the suntan oil that she bought from the gift shop and heads back out to the beach. The hotel is kind enough to give her a towel to lay on the sand which she spreads it out with a good view of the water. She decides on turning her body over every half hour should give her an even tan starting with her front first. For the next three hours she rotates every half hour and by the time the third hour is almost up she's too hot and she decides to take a dip in the water. Deciding to just go for it she takes two steps into the shallow water and then dives in.

Xx

Later in the afternoon, she is awoken by one of the hotel staff. He wants to know if she wants to make a reservation in one of their five different restaurants. He gives a brief description of all five eateries and she selects the steakhouse.

As he walks away she is grateful that he came along when he did. Because if he didn't, she would end up looking like a lobster. Deciding that she's had enough sun and fun for the day she collects her towel and deposited it into the towel bin that the hotel has at the entrance of the beach. The dress is she picked out or better yet Lanie picked out was a dress by Herve Leger. It's seductive but not slutty. It hugs her body like a second skin and she might even have trouble sitting down in it at the dinner table but it looks great on her. Giving her makeup one more look in the mirror she's happy with what she sees. She grabs her hotel key puts it in her clutch and leaves the room.

She settles on a basic surf and turf meal and the steak is out of this world. The shrimp are deep fried and they too are excellent. Once dinner is finished, she heads over to the lounge where there is a band performing. She has always loved the sound of steel drums and she's just sitting there listening to them play.

She stays in the lounge for about two and a half hours. She takes a look around every once in a while and notices that there aren't that many people here. This is fine with her. She takes in her surroundings but what she needs to do is to relax. She's treating this like she's still back in the city always on alert. What she needs to do is let her guard down. This is not New York City and she's not a homicide detective for the next twenty-nine days.

Xx

The next seven days fly by. She's been on the beach just about every day except for Wednesday when it was overcast. This is tannest she has been in her life. She had ventured out into Montego Bay and sampled a couple of different restaurants for dinner there. Since her first day here she had let her guard down considerably. She has actually learned how to relax and enjoy life and especially have fun. Lanie had called her yesterday to find out how her trip was going so far.

"So Kate tell me about all those hotties there. There have to be a lot of them there if it takes you this long to talk to me."

"Lanie, we both know that I'm not here for that. Once I ended things with Will, I didn't come down here to find another man."

"You should never overlook the possibility that you might find someone that's good enough to give you everything that Will couldn't."

"Now who's dreaming Lanie?"

"Kate all I'm asking is that you keep an open mind if an opportunity presents itself. You never know what might be right around the corner."

"All right if an opportunity does present itself, I'll be on the lookout. But for now, I'm just enjoying my life."

"Okay, Kate. See if you can make time in your busy schedule to call me next week. Until then adios."

As Kate's dropped her cell phone back into her beach bag she knew that there was never going to be a situation in which she met someone here in Jamaica. Lanie could be a dreamer at times but she meant well. Kate spends the rest of the day at the beach and since it's Saturday night she heard of a club that should be pretty lively. She loves to dance and just loves to feel the beat of the music move through her body. She ends her day on the beach and heads back to her room. After a shower and a quick bite down in the hotel restaurant she heads out to the club she's heard so much about. As she gets out of the cab in front of the club the beat of the music is heard even in the parking lot. She reaches the front door and the bouncer automatically gives her head of the line privileges. When she walks in the atmosphere is something she never expected. Everybody is dancing and having a great time. She orders a drink and finds a table to leave her personal items at. She takes in the scene and can tell that it is a very lively club. By the time she finishes half her drink, she's ready to hit the dance floor. She ventures out and the crowd moves apart to let her through. She starts moving to the beat and it doesn't take long for the men that surround her to notice her. For the most part, they keep to themselves. But after about an hour of her dancing by herself the men start to come on to her knowing that she's not with a man.

"Hey, baby you know if we were together I bet we'd make beautiful music." A short man says to her.

All Kate do was stare at the guy. Who uses a line like that?

"Yeah, how about you and me go somewhere a little quieter?" Another man asks her.

God, she can't believe these lines. All she wanted to do was to come out here and have a good time and now she has to put up with these two yahoos who gives her a line like that. She takes him in and can see that he is nothing she would ever think about dating. He has a beer gut and he needs a haircut badly. The other guy looks like a reject from a lumberjack camp. Who in their right mind wears plaid to a club? And shorts at that!

It seems that once one idiot made a comment to her, all the other idiots came out of the woodwork. Men were pawing and fondling her trying to grab her to pull her their way. She was beyond frustrated and was going to do something about it something that she would have regretted later, but just as she was about to start something physical, an arm extended past the group of men she was surrounded by and a hand ended up holding her shoulder.

"Hey babe, why didn't you tell me that you were going back out on the dance floor?" A tall mystery man said.

Some of the men that were around Kate suddenly turned towards the sound of the voice they had just heard. What they saw was a man who stood about six foot three with not an ounce of fat on him. His arms are the size of four by fours and if that wasn't enough the first six of the twelve men that were surrounding Kate just bugged out. Then the remaining men decided to stay and push their luck.

"Hey, buddy the woman is with me. So, you can just shove off." The short man said when he noticed the stranger in uniform.

Kate couldn't believe her ears this was the guy with the beer gut she would never think about touching with a ten-foot pole. She looked up at her savior and gave a quick shake of her head to let him know that she wanted no part of this guy. He understood her meaning immediately.

"Listen, friend, I think that the lady wants to be alone. If I were you I'd make myself scarce."

Before ber gut guy could even comprehend the strangers' sentence her savior had his arm behind his back and was moving him away from her and towards the clubs exit. Never had she had seen such speed in a takedown move before. Yes, she was impressed by him. The second he had secured beer gut guy the other five men quietly left.