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Reaching the living area, the glass wall was completely opened and Guinevere stood with who he assumed was Aryanna, as Robert, their father, held her over the shoulder.  They had their backs toward them, when the dirty blond said, "There is a motherfucker-"

"Anna," Loretta shouted from the couches, sitting next to a guy more than half her age.  Reuben had to admit, the lady was definitely a MILF, but he felt bad for her ex-husband, who clearly wasn't a fan of being here.  Robert was still in love with his ex-wife and seemed like he couldn't move on, but at least he was a nice guy to talk to and didn't seem to be brooding.

Aryanna flipped her mother the bird in a very subtle manner, by scratching her back with her middle finger, "Why a swimming pool when you have a huge ass ocean a few metres away?"

"To get the ocean salt off your body after you've swum," Guinevere sounded pissed as she said it and looked like she thought it obvious.

"What about crabs?  Don't they get in and..." A visible shiver ran through her.  A small dog came running from the garden just behind the pool.  Reuben's brows rose, as something began shifting into place.

"That is what the cover is for, darling," Robert said and faced Reuben and Gordon.  The little dog ran to Reuben and the distraction couldn't come any quicker, as Aryanna turned and her mouth formed a prominent curse, before it stayed opened.

Aryanna pulled her jersey tighter, as the evening breeze, and thoughts of crabs freaked her out.  What made her drop her hands in complete shock and left her mouth hanging on the floor, wasn't Loretta needing pom-poms to cheer her on, but the guy.

The guy who she had sat next to on her flight.  The guy who had arrived with her.  The guy who could ruin her rep as a prude.

"Reuben, Aryanna.  Aryanna, Reuben."  Both quickly composed themselves, as Gordon introduced them and Guinevere and their father went back inside.

"Uhm, nice to meet you, Reuben," Aryanna extended her hand for a shake and added a smile to smooth over her pleasure.  The man had had her all hot and bothered on the plane, but in the moonlight, his caramel skin was glistening, making her insides feel all excited - noted the panic was also playing a role in that.  He looked like a Don Harris Photographics model, in the lines of Derek Andre Furman and Bruce Reáves having a love child to appear like a true Christmas miracle.