Today I'm continuing the Inya and Sally series. Sally has returned to Anam Island to continue her love affair with a Fijian local. She's handed over the reins of her New York corporation and plans to stay on the island with Inya. Her tough New York BFF, Agnetha, has other ideas and isn't afraid to share them...
BFF? Best Friends Forever?
Sally delighted in the silvery moonlight flickering across the Pacific Ocean. Her adrenalin surged. She wanted to run along the beach, scream and shout.
Don’t you just love jet lag?
She’d just hit the pillow when she heard the thump, thump, thump. Was it Inya? Surely he knew she wasn’t up for an early-morning surf. He’d seen the wreck she was last night.
She fell out of bed, dragged on a robe, pushed her hair out of her eyes and tugged the door open – and screamed!
‘God, Sally, you’re one wrecked chick. I thought island life suited you?’
‘What the – what are you doing here, Aggie?’
‘Well, can I come in?’
Sally opened the door and watched as Aggie dragged all four designer suitcases inside, leaving them where they fell.
‘What – ?’
‘I’m glad to see you too, honey.’
‘But - ?’
‘How did I get here? Well, I caught a plane, a bus, a boat…and asked about you at the dive shop and they pointed me in this direction.’
‘What are you doing following me?’
‘I’ve been your friend since we were in trainer bras honey. The Sally I know doesn’t rush all the way across the world, give up corporate life in the most exciting city in the world, for, what – an uneducated guy on an atoll? I’m here to find out if it’s just reef and beef – or is there more to it?’
‘There’s a lot more to it. I love Inya. I plan to spend the rest of my life with him, wherever, however that works out.’
‘You’ve known him – how long was that again?’
‘Six months. Long enough.’
‘You’re taking yourself off the market after six months? Six months is too short for the TFA.’
‘The what?’
‘Together. Forever. Always. You’re already falling behind. You’re way too easy,’ she said, plopping on the saggy sofa. ‘You gotta let this guy woo you.’
‘Woo me? Now who’s out of touch?’
‘Enough sass. Guys got this primeval need to win us, make us theirs. What’s this Inya gonna think with you running over here, giving everything up for him, huh?’
‘I think he was pretty pleased, judging by his reaction when I arrived.’
‘You think? It’s early in the game. A dame needs to hold back a little.’
‘Sometimes, my friend, I hate you.’
‘That’s just how the fudge melts, honey.’
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