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To hell with her common sense. Amaya thought. To risk or not to risk her heart again. It doesn't matter now. All she ever wanted was to forget her problem with her father.“Chase…”Her wanton plea made his hard-on throb as he lifted her top, ducked his head, and captured an erect nipple between his teeth, plucking at the lace covering it. Her low moans fired him to flick the clasp and allow the tempting lushness to fall into his hands.But the garden had other ideas, as the raucous cackle of a nearby kookaburra pierced the silence and reminded him of where they were.Reluctantly tugging her top down, he brushed a soft kiss against her lips. “Maybe we can talk more later?”She nodded her head. To hell with her pride.“I think so.”“Good, but you used to love those damn birds. Too bad this one has shocking timing.”She laughed, a clear, joyous sound that had him chuckling right along with her. “Remember the time we made out the first time we met?”“Can we change the subject?”He took a
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Chase did the one thing guaranteed to blow away the cobwebs of confusion, threading his thoughts into a muddled jumble.He hit the road.Slamming his visor down, he glanced over his shoulder, let out the throttle, and savoured the roar of the motorbike as he pulled out onto the open highway.It had been way too long since he’d done this.Putting his past behind him came at a price, and while slaving his guts out to make a success of his business, he missed the simple things in life. Like making pasta from scratch, cooking the rich, creamy sauces his Nana had shown him, growing the herbs to complete any good meal, taking off on a whim, and riding as far as a tank of petrol lasted.And Amaya.He’d missed her more than he’d ever imagined and hadn’t known how much until she’d strutted back into his life with her fancy suits and stellar child.The simple life—he'd had it once but had moved on. For what? Fame? Fortune? To impress a bunch of rich people who hadn’t given him the time of day u
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The next day, Amaya reread the same paragraph for the fifth time before leaping up from the keyboard. It was her promotion. And now she doesn't know what to do or how to feel.Her son and her work had succeeded in distracting her from losing Chase before, but it wasn’t doing a thing for her now. She’d scanned her emails, managed to form coherent replies for the important ones, read the documentation Allen had forwarded from Human Resources, and toyed with an idea to grab the lucrative contract.All perfectly stimulating stuff she would normally thrive on, but today she couldn’t concentrate for more than a few seconds at a time, her mind constantly drifting to Chase. To their son, and to their marriage, to their relationship.Where was he?What was he thinking?Why had he run out on her when they needed to discuss this like two normal people?She understood that he needed time. But the fact that he’d barely spoken since she’d dropped her bombshell didn’t bode well.Bombshell? She’d det
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Amaya paused on the threshold of her father’s room, focusing on the man who had made her life a living hell, propped up in bed.He didn’t deserve this; no one deserved to suffer like this, mind and body wasting away, sapped of dignity, no matter what their sins.She’d rushed here out of what? Obligation? Caring? It certainly wasn’t love. He’d wiped away any semblance of that emotion the first time he’d raised his hand to her. She also paid him. So what was she doing here anyway?”Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room.Whatever sense of familial duty had made her come, she didn’t want to stay. If he hadn’t wanted to broach the gap between them a few weeks earlier, there was no way things would’ve changed now. If anything, being incapacitated would sour his mood further, and she had no intention of bearing the brunt of his temper. Never again.“Father?”She tiptoed to the bed, reaching a hand out to touch his arm before letting it fall to her side when he turned his head sligh
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hase could’ve wasted time and energy cursing Amaya’s father, but instead, he put his plan into action.When he’d initially heard what Amaya had said—that he’d wanted the old man dead—his hatred obliterating the temporary guilt of his visit might have caused another stroke.The old man was vile, determined to ruin his own daughter’s happiness. What sort of father did that to his only child, trying to wreck their relationship?He knew from his private investigator that the old man was a menace and Chase had never been his favourite, especially when he’d started making it big in the district, but what about Amaya? Didn’t the old guy love her at all?Probably not!Something niggled at his conscience, wedged like a spur, digging and needling—something about Amaya not knowing his father. And he sighed. Just like his own father, her father didn't deserve her kindness.He’d put it down to her father not giving a damn about her, not bothering to inform Amaya about something so trivial in his h
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Amaya stepped into their suite, the air whooshing from her lungs as she clutched at her chest, rubbing the sudden ache centring over her heart.Every detail of the incredible room, from the sheer ivory chiffon draping the open-air French doors leading to a crystal-horizon pool to the raised alabaster king-size bed, from the countless tea lights shimmering in the dusk to the heady scent of frangipani lingering in the air, all screamed, he remembered.Chase remembered.Her gaze lingered on the picnic blanket spread in the middle of the spacious room, on the feast of chocolate-dipped strawberries, double-roasted almonds, petit fours, and a bottle of chilled Muscato in an ice bucket.All her favourites, in her ultimate fantasy room.When had she told him? Their first meeting? Their second? Their tenth?It was irrelevant, considering he’d remembered her island fantasy and recreated it to perfection in this breathtaking suite.“I’m glad you came," Chase said with a small smile.What little
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Gone!She was gone.Chase knew it the second he woke, not needing to open his eyes to know Amaya had left.She was always a part of him. He hadn’t been kidding when he told her about this room and his hopes she’d come back.She was the only woman for him, and now she was his wife, and they loved each other. Well, nothing would stop them.Then why was he lying here alone, and she was winging her way to the other side of the world again?He’d let her get away once. Shit! Could he let her go again? “Fuck!”Never again.But he couldn’t control Amaya, couldn’t hold her back any more than let her go. He understood her drive, her ambition, and the same need for success pounding through his veins.So why the crazy feeling she’d left for good?They hadn’t resolved anything last night. He’d planned to and had wanted to talk, but his good intentions had crashed and burned around the time he’d been unable to keep his hands off her. From there, all bets had been off as they’d pleasured each other
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Chase’s first instinct was to rush to Amaya, sweep her into his arms, and forget the agony of the past month.That was before he saw the stubborn set of her mouth and the angry ocean blue glint as she fixed him with a haughty stare.He smirked, “Hi, wife!”He’d flown around the world to be with the woman he loved, and she was angry?Thrusting his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the window sill.“What? No welcome kiss for your husband?”Amaya picked up her bags and placed them on a nearby table, too cool and controlled for his liking. He wanted her off guard, nervous, so he could bully the truth out of her as to why she bolted and why she’d given back his ring. Instead, she smoothed a too-tight hound’s-tooth skirt, tugged on the hem of a matching jacket, and perched on the table’s edge.“What are you doing here, Chase?”“Business.”“Of course.”Her slight nod annoyed him as much as her clipped response.“Unfinished business.”Unable to control himself, he crossed the room in fo
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