The flight was tedious in the way only a long night flight can be, but it could have been worse. If they’d been crammed into Economy she might have had to endure sitting next to him, his arm brushing against her, his scent tormenting her, even his hair brushing her cheek as he slept.He was sleeping now, just across the aisle, his face turned towards her. She could not sleep, and it was impossible to keep her eyes away.She thought of him sleeping beside her after they’d made love. She remembered the feel of him, skin-to-skin against her, his arm around her. She remembered how delicately she’d run her fingers over his chest, trying not to wake him. She remembered the way his arm had tightenedaround her in his sleep, how she’d dared herself to touch his other sleeping bits and how his chest had shaken as he’d laughed.Tears filled her eyes. She stole to the loo to recover, but not before an eagle-eyed stewardess had seen her. ‘Are you all right?’‘Fine,’ Claudia sniffed, with a forced
One could hardly storm out and slam the door. She said, ‘Night, everybody,’ and smiled apologetically when her aunt said, ‘Going up already?’ She managed another smile when her uncle made a crack about the younger generation having no stamina, and escaped.Room five at Weeping Ash Inn was half the size of her Muscat room but just as comfortable, in a rose-sprigged, English way.Bloody Ryan! If only I could go home now.It was out of the question. The do proper wasn’t until the following night, and she’d never, ever be forgiven.Twenty minutes after she’d gone up, there was a tap at the door. ‘Claud, are you asleep?’‘Yes, so shove off.’He rattled the door anyway. ‘Claud, let me in.’‘Bugger off!’‘ If you don’t let me in, I’ll go and get a pass key. ’ He sounded positively injured. ‘I have every right to know why you want me willyless after I just gave you a sodding great cheque.’‘I’ve earned a sodding great cheque, after what you put me through. Now get lost!’The old, mischievous
Another volunteer was painting the ceiling. ‘Steve, I feel really dreadful -I think it’s paint fumes on top of this cold. I’ve got to go home. Will you clear up my paint and stuff? I’ve nearly finished that wall.*He frowned at her from the ladder. ‘Are you all right to drive?’‘Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow if I feel better. Tell Julie I’m really sorry.’She was out in seconds and into the shiny new Peugeot she’d indulged in. Parked right next to it was a Range Rover, just like the one they’d used in Muscat, but black.With tears spilling onto her cheeks, she accelerated over the gravel drive and escaped.You fool. Couldn’t you have stayed, just to see him? Acted your brains out?Like this ? She glanced at her face in the rear view mirror. With a red nose and paint on my face? Dressed like a sack of manky old King Edwards ?It was the first sunny day for ages, and the world and his wife and kids were out. It took her ages to get home. Kate and Paul were out, househunting, and only Port
If you actually needed an excuse to come to Barbados , Claudia thought, as she collected two rum punches from the bar, a wedding isn't a bad one.The tree frogs were just beginning to tune up as she padded back through the gardens to the beach. Guy was sitting in the sand, gazing out at the placid Caribbean, where the dying sun cast liquid gold on the water.‘If Kate gets through the next two days without murdering her mother, it’ll be a miracle,’ she said as she sat beside him. ‘They’ve had another row. Kate simply cannot share a room with Paul the night before the wedding. It’s bad luck. She’s insisting that I move in with Kate and you move in with Paul for the night.’‘Fine,’ he said absently.Not for the first time in the past few days, she gave him a searching look. She’d thought she was imagining it at first, but it had steadily got more noticeable. It had started even before they’d got on the plane - a certain preoccupation, as if something were on his mind.Hesitantly she aske
She drew them before getting dressed in a little jade silk top that showed just enough cleavage. Her legs weren’t brown enough to flash, however, so she teamed it with a pair of cream linen trousers.He was acting like mad, but not quite well enough. ‘You look gorgeous,’ he said, almost as if he meant it, and slid an arm around her waist. ‘I can see I’m going to have trouble with that Italian guy tonight. It might even come to a punch-up.’Anything you can do, I can do better . . .‘Dear me,’ she said reprovingly. ‘If you’re going to get all horrendously possessive, I might have to think again about this relationship.’She longed with desperation for him to say roughly, ‘How can I help being possessive? Don’t you know how I feel about you?’Dream on, Claudia.His only reply was a tense, ‘I’m sorry - I didn’t mean it literally. If you’re ready, let’s go.’All through dinner, in the open air dining room with just a roof to keep the odd tropical shower off, she acted her brains out, laug
His face was a picture of almost comical despair. ‘It was the most monumental piece of arrogance - I don't know what the hell came over me. I fixed everything, even down to something blue. I did everything but ask you first.'For the first time in her life, Claudia all but fainted.A couple of minutes later, when it had sunk in and she was in his arms and they had kissed and she had confessed her ghastly fears and they'd both laughed and cried, Planet Earth called her back.Oh, God. How can I bear to disappoint him now ?‘Guy, I want to - more than anything,' she said unsteadily. ‘But I can't. Not like this. If I deprive my mother of the second biggest day of her life, she’ll never, ever forgive me.'His eyes were glinting like the waters they’d sailed the morning before - fathoms-deep Caribbean blue, with the sun on it. ‘Is that your only objection?'‘Yes, but - ’‘Then forget it.' He brushed her forehead with his lips.‘I have a magic wand in my back pocket.'★ ★ ★For the rest of t
SYNOPSIS 'Are you sure it’s all right?’ he asked.At first, she wondered why this powerful man who so easily brought her to melting point would balk at entering her room. Then she realized that though she’d once loved him in every possible way, she’d never admitted him into her world.Until now ... hiding something as pure as the love they’d shared had been her biggest mistake she realizes. She’d been proud to be with him and she should have walked at his side openly.Turning to him and smiling, Sierra began systematically shedding her clothes. ‘Please Matt,’ she told him, ‘come into my room ...’CHAPTER 1Matt Rollins looked up just in time to see an aged white Volvo creeping up the country road, its bright exterior a stark contrast against the darkening Texas sky. As the vehicle crested the horizon, his troubled blue eyes intensified to match the color of his denim shirt.What now? he thought irritably. Hadn’t he coped with enough headaches for one day? He knew this car. He’d seen
A searing pull in his loins told him he wanted her physically as much as ever. God, she was as addictive and as poisonous as nicotine.But he had standards and pride. And, as he’d told Leeann, Widow Davenport certainly hadn’t driven all the way out here looking for a good time.‘You look classy,’ he noted without enthusiasm.Sierra folded her arms across her chest to ward off the cold. Her nipples tightened, and she wasn’t sure the plummeting temperature was totally to blame.She cast him a hard, appraising look. ‘You look like a scruffy old prospector who’s been on the trail a few months too long.’A tiny gleam flickered in his eyes, the comers of his mouth curling slightly. Raising one hand, he rubbed his grizzled jaw. She’d always been straightforward with a wicked sense of humor.But he wasn’t playing games today. ‘You didn’t come here to discuss my grooming,’ he countered.When he met her glance, he knew something about her had changed, aside from the new hairstyle and the sophis