Spending time in Anguilla made me long for Casa Amor.

I phoned Silvio and booked another summer. By this time, we had become friends. He was happy to hear my voice on the other end of the line and delighted that I wanted to return to Casa Amor. Even he had adopted the nickname for his residence.

It was already spring and summer would soon be here. I had booked for a little longer this year, as Silvio wanted to spend a little more time in Tuscany, which gave me the option to stay longer in California. It really worked out.

I envisioned the second book pushing me over the edge and into the mainstream. Could it possibly be enough that I could purchase Casa Amor? Would Silvio sell? Cash would always do the talking and if I made good money with the second book, I just might have the proverbial "leg to stand on" with Silvio.

The next six weeks on the road flew by. I had just finished my thirty-fifth book signing when June 1 came around. On June 2, I boarded a plane along with Brad for the summer; and one month longer, to Casa Amor. I decided I would sleep the entire flight. While it would have been a good time to write, I had found at this point that I was most productive early in the morning. Brad and I shared this trait, and so we would write each morning along with our coffee in our respective work spaces and then meet each other on the covered patio for a lite breakfast.

When the plane landed, a smile came immediately to my face. Brad and I would pick up our bags, grab a taxi to Casa Amor and "check in" for the summer...plus one month