were infinitely dangerous to her peace of mind. In an effort to shut them out she turned her attention to the horizon, aware of his deft movements as he extracted a fresh peach and began peeling it.
What was he like as a lover? Passionate, primitive, shameless. Dear Lord in heaven, could there be any doubt? 'Elise?'
She turned at the sound of his voice, and her fingers shook slightly as she took a segment of fruit from his outstretched hand. 'Thanks.'
It was deliciously cool and juicy, and she followed it with a glass of chilled mineral water.
If she lay back and closed her eyes, maybe it would stem this inner restlessness. She hadn't taken into account the soft sea breeze, the sun's warmth, or their midday meal. Together they had a soporific effect, and it took only minutes for her to slip into a light doze.
Elise woke slowly, passing through the threshold of sleep to a state of nebulous consciousness, aware that the slight feeling of lethargy had dissipated. It was difficult to tell whether it could be attributed to the recuperation process or her pregnancy.
Perhaps it was a combination of both, she decided lazily as she let her eyelashes sweep slowly upwards.
Alejandro lay sprawled in a half sitting position within touching distance, his head propped in one hand as he faced her, and she blinked as he lifted a hand and trailed gentle fingers down the edge of her jaw.
'Pleasant dreams?'
She couldn't recollect even one. 'How long have I been asleep?'
'Almost an hour,' he responded, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
'You should have woken me.'
'Why?' he asked, watching the play of emotions across her expressive features. 'There's no need to hurry home.'
Elise stared at him, aware of the sheer physicality of his powerful body and his ability to make her feel infinitely fragile. There was a warmth evident in those dark eyes, a latent sensuality that was deeply disturbing.
It was as if she was being drawn to him by some invisible magnet, and she became increasingly confused as her emotions swung like a pendulum between cautious acceptance and denial.
Logic reasoned that a man of his considerable means could easily have hired a nurse-companion for her and continued to devote most of his energies to an extensive business empire. Yet he had not chosen to delegate. Surely such an action was sufficient evidence of his caring? Why this instinctive niggling doubt that persisted despite every effort to rationalise and dispel it?
'Ready for some exercise?'
Her eyes cleared, and a smile curved her mouth. 'Yes.'
With easy lithe movements he rose to his feet, extending a hand to help her, then he stowed the hamper in the boot and followed it with the rug and cushions.
They walked in companionable silence, and Elise lifted her face to the sunshine, loving the soft afternoon breeze as it came off the sea, the slight tangy smell of salt refreshingly evident.
There were young children playing close by, three beneath the age of five, and a lovely plump baby sitting on a rug beneath the shade of a wide beach-umbrella.
Elise looked at the baby's bright eyes, the wide smile and happily flailing arms as the young mother deftly exchanged one nappy for another.
Something tugged deep inside her, a wistful longing that came from nowhere, and she made no protest as Alejandro curved an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side.
Unbidden, her own fingers traced a light path across her waist, then paused in an unconsciously protective gesture.
Would their child be a dark-haired imp inheriting his father's genes, or a flaxen-haired angel who would steal her father's heart? Without doubt their child would be fortunate enough to lead a privileged existence.
It was late afternoon when they arrived back at Palm Beach, and Elise wandered through the house while Alejandro checked the fax machine and made a few calls.
She found
What was he like as a lover? Passionate, primitive, shameless. Dear Lord in heaven, could there be any doubt? 'Elise?'
She turned at the sound of his voice, and her fingers shook slightly as she took a segment of fruit from his outstretched hand. 'Thanks.'
It was deliciously cool and juicy, and she followed it with a glass of chilled mineral water.
If she lay back and closed her eyes, maybe it would stem this inner restlessness. She hadn't taken into account the soft sea breeze, the sun's warmth, or their midday meal. Together they had a soporific effect, and it took only minutes for her to slip into a light doze.
Elise woke slowly, passing through the threshold of sleep to a state of nebulous consciousness, aware that the slight feeling of lethargy had dissipated. It was difficult to tell whether it could be attributed to the recuperation process or her pregnancy.
Perhaps it was a combination of both, she decided lazily as she let her eyelashes sweep slowly upwards.
Alejandro lay sprawled in a half sitting position within touching distance, his head propped in one hand as he faced her, and she blinked as he lifted a hand and trailed gentle fingers down the edge of her jaw.
'Pleasant dreams?'
She couldn't recollect even one. 'How long have I been asleep?'
'Almost an hour,' he responded, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
'You should have woken me.'
'Why?' he asked, watching the play of emotions across her expressive features. 'There's no need to hurry home.'
Elise stared at him, aware of the sheer physicality of his powerful body and his ability to make her feel infinitely fragile. There was a warmth evident in those dark eyes, a latent sensuality that was deeply disturbing.
It was as if she was being drawn to him by some invisible magnet, and she became increasingly confused as her emotions swung like a pendulum between cautious acceptance and denial.
Logic reasoned that a man of his considerable means could easily have hired a nurse-companion for her and continued to devote most of his energies to an extensive business empire. Yet he had not chosen to delegate. Surely such an action was sufficient evidence of his caring? Why this instinctive niggling doubt that persisted despite every effort to rationalise and dispel it?
'Ready for some exercise?'
Her eyes cleared, and a smile curved her mouth. 'Yes.'
With easy lithe movements he rose to his feet, extending a hand to help her, then he stowed the hamper in the boot and followed it with the rug and cushions.
They walked in companionable silence, and Elise lifted her face to the sunshine, loving the soft afternoon breeze as it came off the sea, the slight tangy smell of salt refreshingly evident.
There were young children playing close by, three beneath the age of five, and a lovely plump baby sitting on a rug beneath the shade of a wide beach-umbrella.
Elise looked at the baby's bright eyes, the wide smile and happily flailing arms as the young mother deftly exchanged one nappy for another.
Something tugged deep inside her, a wistful longing that came from nowhere, and she made no protest as Alejandro curved an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side.
Unbidden, her own fingers traced a light path across her waist, then paused in an unconsciously protective gesture.
Would their child be a dark-haired imp inheriting his father's genes, or a flaxen-haired angel who would steal her father's heart? Without doubt their child would be fortunate enough to lead a privileged existence.
It was late afternoon when they arrived back at Palm Beach, and Elise wandered through the house while Alejandro checked the fax machine and made a few calls.
She found
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