Let's
stop the tour for a sec. Take a look out the right side of your beach
Wrangler. That house up there? That big ol' spread overlooking prime
Caribbean St. Thomas waterfront? That's the quaint future In-Law
Compound of Derek Jeter. His 25-year-old fiancée, Hannah Davis, comes
home to this open-air porch-and-bedecked West Indies plantation house.
And hoo-eeee, is it some real honeymoon shit.
There're
vistas and palms, a bunch of Italian mastiffs draped over the porch
furniture. The grills go all day and all night, and the wine starts
flowing on the festively early side. The music is reggae, dancehall,
soca.
“It
feels like a Fourth of July barbecue every day there,” the green-eyed
swimsuit model says with a sigh, in that you never know who's gonna flop
down for dinner—maybe even 41-year-old Jeter. “It's that laid-back
mentality I miss most, people there just not quite moving as fast as the
rest of the world.”
So
what're we serving at this barbecue? Elder brother Conn, a rippling
six-foot-five-inch beneficiary of the Davis Genetic Legacy, is a
renowned spearfisher(!), so most likely something coal-fired that he
casually javelined through the gut, then pulled ashore through blood
clouds. Hope your manhood's not easily diminished. Entertainment? Dad, a
world-traveling scuba diver with a shiny new GoPro, does frequent Nat Geo-y
showings of his last dunk. And if you wanna hit some balls around,
Hannah was a ranked junior tennis player for much of her youth.
“Started modeling to buy tennis rackets,” she says. “And it kiiinda
grew from there.” (True-ish statement! For her pitch-ladyship with
DirecTV, in which she hangs with a talking horse on some azure
coastline, she made, like, 8,427 tennis rackets. And the gazillion-carat
meteor on her left hand is said—by at least one person!—to have set Jeter back about 1,342 Louisville Sluggers.)
As
for the Captain, with a retirement package like this, we don't know why
he's bothering with his media-mogul phase, puttering around the offices
of The Players' Tribune—his athlete-friendly publishing site—when the
two could spend more time down here instead. (Seriously, Google Image a
fish spear.) But if he's away? Suits a fiercely independent Davis just
fine.
“That
girl in high school that spent every waking moment with the boyfriend
and lost all her girlfriends?! That's not what life's about,” she says,
laughing kinda mercilessly at the thought. “You have family and friends
for a reason! You can't leave that in the dust. And your partner should agree with that and want the same things for himself.”
If he does, he's out of his mind.
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