Chapter 2
Corliss Gwynedd Sherbrooke Whiting Favreau glanced down at the list of items her husband James had handed to her before boarding the ferry back to their home on Turtle's Cove. Turtle's Cove was a charming little island across the bay from Jamaica. It had been in Corliss' or Cori's, as she was known to her loved ones, family's possession since the times of King Henry the Eighth. Her family always proudly recanted how the hated English had tried but failed to wrest the island from her Highlander ancestors. She always chuckled at the story when it was told in front of her husband, who'd been raised in England and loved all things English. Not that he was English mind you. He was a bit of a Euro-mutt actually. Born in Australia and educated in England, his mother had been French and his father Italian, which accounted for his uncommonly good looks. He was tall and dark from the olive complexion of his skin to this jet black hair and deep, chocolate brown eyes. Cori on the other hand was Scotch-Irish, with red-gold hair, eyes the color of wet moss and skin,so fair it could be likened to porcelain. She had been raised in America by way of Boston, but had lived all over the world. This enabled her to mimic almost any accent, a talent that had served her well in her past employment in the states.
Her Irish mother had been fond of historical romance books and thus had named her after a character in one of her trashy romance novels. But perhaps it had helped her in the long run, because there was no denying that she looked the part of a beautiful heroine! Together the two of them made quite a sight and visitors to their island often stopped and openly gawked at just how stunning a couple they made. The villagers were used to them however and gave them nary a glance anymore, which was fine by both of them.
Cori continued to make her way through the market reading the list as she went. She smiled as she read off the ingredients for the dinner, that her husband promised to prepare for them that evening. He had just learned how to prepare Welsh Rabbit Stew and he couldn't wait to test it out on them all. She couldn't wait either though. If nothing else James was a phenomenal cook and he did it the same way he did everything else, with passion! Cori was so lost in her musings that she was almost run down by a group of people running for the docks. "Sorry." The dark-haired gentleman called back to her as he raced through the crowd, a man and two women on his heels. "Tourists!" she muttered rolling her eyes and crossing over to the where she spied several freshly killed rabbits hanging on a pole outside a butcher's shack.