“Gayle craned her neck back, shaded her eyes from the sun, and stared up at the high tower of the Biltmore Hotel. She nodded. “That's where our room is.” She smiled serenely. It wasn't a room. It was a suite, and one of the most magnificent she had ever seen. It was called the Everglades Suite, and it was a unique and beautiful place in the tower on the thirteenth floor with balconies all around it. There was a central room with high painted ceilings, displaying palm trees and flamingos ...in painted oval frames. There was a massive coral-rock fireplace and mantel, and a mezzanine that circled all around it. There were two bedrooms and a slim winding staircase that ran from the mezzanine to the living room. There was even a small kitchen. It was vast for two people, but it had tremendous character and Gayle absolutely loved it. “And,” Brent added ominously, “that's where it happened.” “Where what happened?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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