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Chapter 87

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.

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