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And if that meant enduring an uncomfortable desk chair and an ancient computer for a few weekends, well...that was a small price to pay for such entertainment.

CHAPTER 16

The evening air held just enough crispness to make the flame heaters a welcome addition around the outdoor dining area. Beneath the cabana, twinkling string lights created a canopy of stars to complement the real ones emerging in the darkening sky above.

The Key Lime Garden Inn gardens, always meticulously maintained, had taken on an ethereal quality in the evening light. Torch ginger and bird of paradise created dramatic silhouettes against the deepening blue, while the night-blooming jasmine had begun to release its intoxicating fragrance, carried on the gentle Gulf breeze. Solar-powered garden lights illuminated the winding stone pathways, casting a warm glow on the tropical foliage and creating the illusion of fireflies hovering among the palms and ferns.

The koi pond, positioned centrally in the garden's eastern section, reflected the string lights overhead, its surface occasionally broken by the lazy movement of the colorful fish beneath. The soft splash of the small waterfall at the pond's edge provided a soothing counterpoint to the distant jazz music floating from the Key Lime Bistro—a quartet playingarrangements of classic standards that seemed perfect for the balmy evening.

"This is exactly what I needed." Chelsea sighed contentedly, settling into her chair at the elegantly set table. Steven's hand found hers beneath the white tablecloth, giving it a gentle squeeze. “The inn is gorgeous this time of day.”

Steven nodded as he accepted a glass of champagne from Iris. “It’s stunning. Maggie and Paolo have done a wonderful job creating just the right mix of objects and plants. This part of the landscape is truly a Zen experience.”

The flame heaters, strategically placed around the dining area, cast a golden glow that was both warming and flattering, their dancing flames reflected in the polished silverware and crystal wine glasses that adorned the table. Nearby, torches with citronella oil kept any wayward insects at bay, their flames swaying gently with each soft breeze from the Gulf.

Steven raised his glass to Maggie. “Well-done, Maggie. Everything looks amazing.”

“Thank you, Steven. It’s mostly Paolo’s magic.”

Maggie surveyed the scene with the practiced eye of an innkeeper who understood that the most memorable gatherings required attention to countless invisible details. The eight place settings with their gleaming silverware and crystal wine glasses. The subtle arrangement of colorful tropical flowers—orchids, hibiscus, and birds of paradise—in the central table arrangement. The strategic placement of the flame heaters to ensure everyone's comfort without overwhelming the space with heat.

"Iris and Oliver have outdone themselves tonight," she said as Paolo pulled out her chair. "They've been preparing since dawn."

"The seafood paella alone took three hours of preparation," Paolo confirmed, pride evident in his voice. "Oliver insisted on making the stock from scratch."

"Nothing but the best for our guests," Iris called from the outdoor kitchen area, where she and Oliver moved in the synchronized rhythm of culinary professionals who had worked together long enough to anticipate each other's needs without speaking. The outdoor kitchen, with its custom stonework and copper accents, glowed warmly in the evening light, herbs from the garden hanging in fragrant bunches above the preparation area.

Earlier in the evening, the appetizer course—delicate crab cakes with a mango salsa and a selection of local cheeses with house-made preserves—had drawn such enthusiastic praise from the guests that Oliver had emerged briefly from the kitchen, his normally reserved demeanor giving way to a pleased smile. The wine pairings Paolo had selected had been equally well-received, with Emma declaring the Sancerre "absolute perfection" with the crab. That initial success had allowed both chefs to relax into the rhythm of the evening, confident that their carefully planned menu would continue to delight their guests.

Trevor and Sarah arrived next, making their way across the garden path from the direction of the inn's main building. The pathway lights illuminated their approach, casting warm pools of light at their feet as they navigated between tropical plantings. Sarah's sundress, a flowing creation in shades of turquoise and coral, caught the breeze as she walked, and Trevor's arm was protectively around her waist.

"Sorry we're a few minutes late," Sarah apologized, kissing Maggie's cheek. "Sophia insisted on three bedtime stories instead of the usual two."

"Noah went right along with it though. He acts like he’s a teenager most of the time, but here and there his seven-year-old self emerges," Trevor added with a smile. "Sophia’s becoming quite the negotiator."

"Just like her mother," Maggie said proudly. "You never took no for an answer either, Sarah."

Beyond the immediate dining area, the inn's main building glowed invitingly, its windows warm with light. On the back porch, guests had gathered in small clusters, some seated in the comfortable wicker furniture, others standing at the railing overlooking the gardens. The white gazebo to the east of the property had been transformed for the evening into a stargazing spot, with several guests peering through the telescope that Paolo had set up earlier, exclaiming over the clarity of the constellations in the island's unpolluted night sky.

Not far from the cabana, Emma and Gareth, emerged from the cottage path just as Oliver began arranging the first course on serving platters.

With everyone assembled, Iris and Oliver began presenting the first course—a chilled gazpacho with lump crab and avocado, served in elegant glass bowls that had been specially chilled to maintain the soup's refreshing temperature. The deep red of the gazpacho contrasted beautifully with the green avocado and white crab meat, the presentation as artful as a painting.

The conversation flowed easily, jumping from topic to topic with the comfortable familiarity of friends who had shared many such evenings. Above them, the night sky had fully emerged in all its island glory—a vast canvas of deep blue-black scattered with stars that seemed close enough to touch, unobscured by the light pollution that dimmed such displays in more populated areas. The Milky Way stretched across theheavens, a celestial river of light that had inspired storytellers since the beginning of human history.

"The inn seems bustling tonight," Gareth observed, gesturing toward the main building where guests could be seen enjoying drinks on the back porch and beneath the gazebo. The soft murmur of their conversations blended with the music, creating a pleasant backdrop to their own more intimate gathering.

"Full occupancy through mid-November," Maggie confirmed. "The autumn birders are arriving, plus we've got three honeymooning couples and a writers' retreat. Make no mistake, my mother’s influence on the clientele is substantial."

The scent of grilling seafood wafted from the outdoor kitchen as Oliver prepared the main course, the aroma mingling with the jasmine and the salt-tinged breeze from the nearby Gulf. In the koi pond, the fish had become more active as darkness fell, their orange, white, and black bodies moving in lazy circles, occasionally breaking the water's surface with quiet splashes that added to the garden's gentle symphony of sounds.

"How's the café renovation progressing?" Emma asked, accepting a refill of her non-alcoholic Sauvignon Blanc from Paolo. The wine glistened like liquid gold in the flickering light from the nearest flame heater. "I drove past yesterday and noticed the new signage going up."

"Slowly but surely," Chelsea replied. "Gretchen sends me daily photo updates, usually with multiple exclamation points. I’m especially happy for Isabelle, though. This project has kept her mind focused on something other than Sebastian."

Steven nodded. “I still can’t believe he’s gone. He was such an enormous presence on the island, and in all our lives.”

Thoughts of Sebastian and what they’d all lost with his passing took over the group, and they ate in silence for a bit before Steven continued about the café news.

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