Page 54 of Escape To Paradise
“What about math?”
“Can you help solve this math problem for us?” Lisa was sitting with Beckett in his bed.
“Well, you came to the right person. I’m here to save the day.” I had mentioned to Lisa that before I took up cooking school, I almost became an accountant. I ended up with a degree in Business but also decided to take up culinary school at the same time.
Beckett was holding a pen and a paper and read me the math question. It wasn’t too complicated but, it did require thinking.
Lisa looked at the camera. “I know I’m a bad mother, Harper. I can’t cook to feed my children, and I can’t solve math problems.”
“You’re too funny, Lisa. Of course, I don’t take that against you. You’re a great mom.” I smiled.
“Well, except for the fact that I almost burnt down the house again,” she said with a sheepish grin.
Beckett nodded his head. “Yeah, she almost did, trying to cook pancakes.”
“Pancakes? How can you mess that up, Lisa?”
Lisa shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just lousy at cooking, I guess.”
I chatted with them for close to an hour before we said our goodbyes. I really missed them and was hoping I could see them soon. I thought that once I got the shares of my restaurant, it would be a good idea to help fund their trip to Grenada.
When we docked in Grenada, we were only given three days off. I told Julian I was just going to be able to spend two days with him. Julian was disappointed. I didn’t tell him I would be spending a few hours teaching Maverick how to mix new drinks.
Julian and I ended up spending time on the beach and in his pool. As usual, he had an insatiable sex drive, and we made love several times.
I had Julian drop me off near where the yacht was docked. Our guests were arriving the next day, so Kathleen and I made sure we went to the market to get resupplied with food. I had hired Viktor’s cousin, Barry, as the driver; we rented a van. The first order of the day was to buy food at the market. Once we bought everything, we dropped it off at the yacht, where Kathleen, Paul and Zofia helped to unload it. Then I asked Barry to take me to The Flamingo to meet up with Maverick for his lessons.
Maverick made himself available as promised. He was by the bar, ready for the bartending lessons. I had emailed him the recipe for making six cocktails. I told him it was good to follow the measurement and not winging it as he usually did. It was a bad habit for him to break.
At first, he was very clumsy but soon got the hang of it. When we finished, we were left with six different cocktails. I didn’t believe in wasting good liquor, so I offered to drink one or two of them. Maverick called Viktor to join us at the bar.
Viktor looked confused, and Maverick laughed.
“I know I told you not to drink at work, but now’s the time to break the rule.”
Viktor didn’t know which drink to pick but finally got the pineapple one. I got the mango-flavored cocktail. Maverick drank the vodka one.
“Let’s toast,” I said.
We clinked glasses and drank our drinks.
Viktor seemed impressed because he complimented Maverick. “Good job, Boss. This tastes good.”
“So, the ones I made before were not good?”
Viktor hesitated, turning to me for support.
“Now, Viktor, please be honest now,” I teased.
“Yes, they were not as good. But now, this one is better.”
“What a diplomatic thing to say,” I commended him. “If you ask me, Maverick, my honest opinion was that your drinks were terrible. But now, if you follow the measuring guide, you’re going to do great.”
“Surely, they were not that terrible?” Maverick looked at me, pretending to be hurt.
I sipped the drink and said, “Sir, I’m afraid they were very terrible.” I let out a laugh.
Maverick laughed too.
