The week passed just like that; Will visited the Walker villa every day that week at precisely 10 o'clock. He was really visiting Karen, since only one of those days had been spent actually talking to Stan about the business transaction.

Will and Karen spent most days eating lunch in the courtyard, enjoying the garden and the fresh air. There were there again today, this time on a colorful picnic blanket in the middle of the garden, sipping daiquiris and munching on finger sandwiches. The conversation was light, as it had been every day so far.

Karen cleared her throat and set down her glass. She scooted herself closer to Will and playfully ran her index finger up and down his arm.

"So, I was thinking…"she drew out the words.

"Yes?" he asked, after swallowing a bite of sandwich.

"Well, you're here so often and your hotel is so far away…why don't you just come stay here?" she finished, looking up at him expectantly. He coughed on his sandwich, surprised.

"Are you serious?" he questioned, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, honey! It doesn't make any sense for you to be paying so much to be so far away when you're here every day anyway…and of course we wouldn't charge you anything. We have a guest house you could stay in," she explained, hurriedly.

Will chewed another bite of sandwich as he looked at her, thinking. It did make sense. The hour-long round trip drive to and from the villa everyday was getting tedious. Staying here would make both Stan and Karen a lot more accessible. Wow, that was weird. A week ago he had prayed that he wouldn't have to deal with Karen at all while he was here, but now he looked forward to seeing her every day.

"Is Stan ok with that?" he asked, his mouth still full.

"It was his idea," she lied, busying herself with the napkin folded on her lap. She hadn't thought about how Stan would feel about that, but he knew Will was gay, it wasn't like there was anything going on between them. He would understand. She made a mental note to talk to him about it later.

"Ok," Will agreed. "If you're sure it's no trouble."

"No, honey, it's no trouble at all!" Karen exclaimed enthusiastically. "I'll be glad to have someone around here that I can talk to!" She threw her arms around his neck and her warm body pressed against his.

This really caught Will by surprise. He hesitantly circled his arms around her waist, returning her embrace. This was Karen's first real gesture of friendly intimacy with Will, and he smiled as she kissed his cheek and pulled away from him.

"So just bring your stuff with you tomorrow when you come and we'll get you all set up," Karen instructed. Will nodded and reached an arm out to rub her back affectionately.

"Sounds good," he agreed. She clapped her hands in delight.

"This is going to be so fun!" she told him. "But if I start acting like Grace, let me know," she laughed. "That would just be plain sad."

Will laughed and lightly pushed her away.

"Hey, let me show you the guest house," Karen said, standing up off the blanket and extending her hand to Will to help him up.

"Ok," he agreed, taking her hand. Their eyes met as she helped him up before leading him the back corner of the garden towards the small guest house.

From an upstairs window, Stan silently watched them. It was becoming painfully obvious that so far Karen was having a much better time on the island with Will than she was with him. He knew it was probably his own fault, after all, he was the one that had cheated on her. But he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He sighed and turned away from the window, the sound of their laughter from below echoing painfully in his ears.