It was hard not to notice our destination when we arrived at the gate. We were going to Anguilla!

By now I was almost in tears. Brad had scheduled a week in Anguilla. The weather would be similar to that in San Diego and I missed Casa Amor deeply. Somehow he just knew this destination would be appealing to me.

The flight was short relatively, as I slept most of the way. Part of me wanted to keep my eyes open so as not to miss anything, but the other half knew that I needed the rest.

We arrived down on the tarmac in Anguilla about 6:00 PM. A Jeep with an open top and an escort was there to pick us and our luggage up to ferry us to the hotel. I could simply not believe my eyes when we arrived. Not only had Brad booked the most luxurious hotel on the island, but he also booked us a roof-top villa. The Viceroy Anguilla would be our home for the next seven nights

I could nary believe it! I never wanted to leave!

There were plenty of things to do at the hotel. Restaurants, bars, a spa; you name it, it was available to us at either our fingertips or a concierge phone call away. This was living!

Each morning I got up early and spent time walking the beach and then writing. I was now working on my second novel with the Amish theme. It was challenging; even more so than my first, but day-by-day, I whittled away at the manuscript; page-by-page, chapter-by-chapter.

Would I someday have two credits to my name?