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Authors: Nancy Warren
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“Crikey. You worked all that out today?”
“I think I’ve known it for a while. I didn’t want to face it.”
“So now what?”
“I think your brother’s an ass, you think your brother’s an ass, let’s say to hell with him, and take a holiday. I want some time to enjoy you and get to know you.”
“You’re not going to try and score with other women when you’re with me?”
He winced. “How could I have acted like such a jerk? No. I promise.”
“Well, okay. Then I won’t have to tell my friends you’re gay.”
He stiffened alarmingly. “I thought I heard something about deficient equipment.”
“That was at the office.”
“I see. So you told your friends I was gay and your colleagues I was sexually deficient. Anything else?”
“I might have mentioned Viagra.”
“Okay, that’s it.” He hauled her to her feet so fast she squeaked.
“What are you doing?”
“Obviously, I have to remind you that I’m not gay, all my impressive parts work, and medication will not be required.”
“You’re not mad?”
He shoved a shoulder into her belly so fast the air oofed out of her and hoisted her over his shoulder. “I am extremely mad. And you are about to be punished.”
She sighed with pleasure, hanging on upside down to his waist as he walked her to his bedroom.
“The Whitsunday Islands are near the Great Barrier Reef,” she said to his swaying butt. Nice butt. “We can go snorkeling and diving and see all sorts of things.”
“The only thing you’re likely to see is the ceiling of our hotel room,” he warned her as he tossed her to the bed.
After he’d treated her like a disposable toothbrush for the first couple of weeks of their acquaintance, and she’d still fallen for him, Bron was helpless to resist Mark when he treated her like the most important woman in the world. They flew to Brisbane and then changed to a smaller plane which took them to Hamilton Island, where a motor yacht ferried them to their island. She’d been to the reef once on a scuba trip, but she’d never been to the scatter of tropical islands that edged the Great Barrier Reef.
While uniformed waiters served them champagne and hors d’oeuvres, the sea sparkled around them and ahead she spied a half-moon of the whitest sand she’d ever seen. The resort was populated with young, well-to-do couples, and there were few children. The entire place was geared to romance and hedonism. She’d never stayed at a resort as swish and dreamy as this one. Perfect. Except that they seemed to be the only pair who weren’t newlyweds.
“Are you honeymooners, love?” asked the woman handing out towels by the pool.
“Not yet,” Bron said bitchily.
“We’re still practicing.”
And practice they did, but still it seemed they couldn’t get enough of each other. Funny, tender, uncomfortably contorted or slow and easy, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t get her fill of him and Mark, it seemed, couldn’t get enough of her. He’d said nothing about going out to the reef, so she decided to surprise him with tickets. After a dinner of fresh seafood they’d sat out and listened to the waves for hours, talking about everything from the politics of their two countries to first boyfriends and girlfriends to sports they’d excelled in and trophies they’d won, should have won, or lost ignominiously.
“Hey,” she said when there was a lull, “I bought us a present today.”
He glanced at her with a gleam in his eye she knew well. “Did it come from the sex shop?” There was a well-stocked one in the main building, but so far they hadn’t felt the need for any extra excitement.
“No,” she said, and handed him the envelope. The excited gleam in his eyes died when he read the tickets and the brochure she’d included.
“Great,” he said with enthusiasm so false she wished she’d discussed it with him first and hadn’t surprised him.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Did you once have a near-death experience with a sea turtle?”
“No.”
“Allergic to coral?”
“No. But it’s nice to know you’re still using your gifted imagination to make me look foolish.”
“Scared of sharks.”
“N—” His eyes widened. “There are sharks out there? People pay to snorkel in shark-infested waters?”
She snickered. “If you worried about everything in our waters that can kill you, you’d never dip a toe in.”
“I get seasick,” he admitted as though it were a shameful secret.
“Oh, that’s nothing to worry about. They hand out Dramamine and sick bags when you get on the boat.”
He swallowed. “This is not inspiring me with greater confidence.”
“Come on,” she coaxed. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“So was my appendectomy.”
Of course, he went in the end. And while he didn’t get sick, he did snore for most of the way after liberally dosing himself with Dramamine. Bron stuck with a ginger pill, since she had a strong stomach anyway. And oh, wasn’t it worth every minute on the open ocean to share that experience with him. The boat docked to a metal platform that floated in what appeared to be the middle of the ocean. There was no land visible anywhere, only a chop of waves at the reef.
Once she had Mark awake, he seemed quite eager so they suited up with face masks, snorkels, and flippers, and from the first moment they dipped their faces in, it was as though they’d been transported to another world. Giant clams, their gaping mouths proudly displaying vivid red, green, and purple centers, giant sea turtles, quietly going about their business, mostly oblivious to those watching them, and fish of every color and description. They held hands as they darted here and there pointing sights out to each other, pulling in this direction then that.
After hours of snorkeling, they took a break for the lunch the crew put together on the pontooned raft, and then reboarded the launch back to their island resort. Mark, she couldn’t help but note, was too busy reliving their adventure to remember his Dramamine pill, and since the return ride was fairly smooth, he made it home fine.
“Snorkeling makes me horny,” he told her as he pushed her into the room on their return.
Since she’d been thinking more of a hot shower and dinner, she rolled her gaze. “Everything makes you horny.”
“Only when you’re around.”
“I can’t believe it’s our last day,” she said.
Her wail was supposed to be theatrical, but underneath it was the knowledge that when this holiday was over, so was the best affair she’d ever had. Mark would be going back across the world to San Francisco. Sure, she consoled herself, she’d see him the odd time. He’d still consult for Crane. Maybe she could convince Cam to send her over on a research mission. They could snatch a few weekends together. But it wouldn’t be the same.
Refusing to hurt, or at least to let him see how much she hurt, she said brightly, “What do you want to do for our last day?”
“Make love to you.”
She giggled, but it had a wistful sound. “That’s what we did yesterday.”
“And the day before.”
“And the day before that.”
“Is there something you’d rather do?” he asked politely.
She gazed across at him, with a dab of shaving cream still sticking to his chin, a towel wrapped around his tropically tanned shoulders, and a pair of plaid boxer shorts. The whole package made her liquid. She grabbed the hem of her cotton sundress and stripped. It was all the answer he needed.
“We’ve only got an hour until the boat leaves,” she said sometime later.
“Mmmm.” And he nuzzled her belly and nibbled his way to her hipbone.
“Mark,” she said later, waking from a deep and comforting sleep.
“Mark!”
“What?” he mumbled.
“That’s the boat whistle. We aren’t even packed.” She began pushing at limbs that seemed to twine about her like enormous choking vines.
“Coming in or going out?” he said with maddening calm.
“I don’t know. Wake up.”
“We’re probably too late,” he said, using precious remaining seconds to kiss her breast. “I love your breasts,” he murmured.
“Do you have sunstroke or something? The boat is going to go without us.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “It is.” The man was beyond sunstroke. He was certifiably insane.
“Don’t you even care?”
“Not particularly. I like it here.” She felt his forehead for fever, but he pulled it away and kissed her palm.
“You can come here again,” she assured him, wondering if maybe it was something he’d eaten.
“I want to spend my honeymoon here,” he added, going back to her breasts.
“Well, you wouldn’t be alone.”
“I want to spend my honeymoon here next week,” he explained further, moving from her left breast to her right. “You know, I’m sure each of your nipples tastes slightly different, but I can never work out why.”
“What?” she shrieked.
“Your breasts. I think they taste different.”
She smacked his shoulder. “Not that part, the other part.”
He raised his head, and the expression in his eyes caused her heart to stutter. “They have a chaplain on call, and the wedding chapel has some openings. We can get married today.”
“Why would you want to marry me?” she asked, trying hard not to sound like she was about to bawl her eyes out.
“Because I love you.”
“But I’m completely hopeless. I’m terrible with money, and I get chucked out of flats, and make fools of people at the office, I’m not smart and smooth like Jennifer Talbot.”
“You’re funny, and sexy, and wildly creative, and I love you.”
“Oh.” She sniffed. She did not cry over men, she reminded herself. Okay, she could be catching a cold. One sniff did not a sob make.
“What about me?”
“You’re funny too, kind of. And definitely sexy. But I don’t know about the creative part. I think not.” She paused for a minute. “Bloody brilliant with a calculator, though.”
“That’s why we’re perfect for each other. You make my life crazy and exciting, and I can probably straighten out your bank account and keep you on track.”
Maybe it wasn’t romantic, but the idea of someone who could take care of all that stuff she was so hopeless about was definitely appealing. He was right about her, too. He could be plenty fun and creative with her around. Without her, he could end up a stick in the mud. She was almost willing to marry him just to get a crack at livening up his wardrobe.
“So will you marry me?”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, honey, I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
She sniffed again and blinked a few times. “I am not wearing one of those over-the-top white wedding gowns they sell in the clothes shop.” There was a wonderful sky-blue silk, though, cocktail length and backless, she’d had her eye on. That would be perfect.
“You can wear anything you want if you’ll marry me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“How about you love me?” he asked with a gleam of challenge in his eye and as much love as any woman could ask for.
“How about I do,” she said and rolled on top of him, naked and eager to get on with a whole life together.
The End
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