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THEY did eat, well after the witching hour of midnight.

The lovemaking had been hard and fast, then afterwards they’d indulged themselves with a sensual feast that surpassed anything they’d previously shared. Vibrant, erotic, it was sensual magic at its most primitive.

Following a leisurely shower they donned courtesy robes, and sipped fine French champagne while they waited for room service.

When they finished the food, she leaned back in her chair. There were questions she wanted to ask. Words she needed to say. Now, a tiny voice prompted. Say them now.

There were tiny lines fanning out from the corners of his eyes, and his features showed evidence of emerging dark stubble.

She looked at him carefully, seeing the strength, the aura of power he projected, and knew that it would always be there. For her.

‘I love you,’ she revealed with quiet sincerity, and saw his features soften.

His eyes were dark, so very dark, their expression unguarded so as to almost make her catch her breath at the wealth of emotion evident. ‘Gracias, mi mujer,’ he acknowledged gently.

‘I always have. If I hadn’t,’ Hannah assured him, ‘I would never have agreed to marry you.’ She swallowed a small lump that suddenly rose in her throat. ‘You’re everything I need. All I could ever want.’ Her eyes became luminous with shimmering tears. ‘My life.’

Was it possible for a heart to stop beating? That emotion could be so intense it could cut off the ability to speak?

Miguel stood and pulled her into his arms. His mouth was an erotic instrument as he kissed her, gently at first, then with increasing passion.

Hannah became lost, adrift in a sea of emotion and she simply held onto his shoulders as she met and matched his fervour.

How long did they stand there, locked in each other’s arms? She had no recollection of time.

Slowly he eased his mouth from hers, pressing soft kisses to her swollen lips as she sighed in protest, and she groaned a little when he disengaged her arms and crossed the room.

She watched idly as he extracted something from his jacket pocket, and returned to press a slim jeweller’s case into her hand.

‘I have something for you.’

‘Miguel—’

‘Open it.’

She did so, carefully, and felt the sudden prick of tears. Nestled in a bed of velvet was an exquisite drop necklace and matching earrings. Beautifully delicate, it linked Argyle pink and white diamonds alternately with a pear-shaped pink diamond at the base of the drop.

‘They’re beautiful,’ Hannah whispered, feeling the moisture well, then spill to run down each cheek in a slow rivulet that paused momentarily at the edge of her jaw. ‘Thank you.’

‘Tears, Hannah?’

At his teasing query she blinked them away, and brushed shaky fingers across each cheek. ‘I can’t seem to stop.’

Miguel removed the necklace, placed it in position and fastened the safety clip. Then he leant down and brushed his lips to her temple.

The intricate centre star-burst lay just beneath the hollow of her throat, with its single line of pink sapphires and diamonds dropping several inches towards the soft swell of her breasts.

The fact he had remembered was one thing. Since the description had been her own and didn’t refer to anything she’d seen, it meant he’d consigned a jeweller to craft it to this specific design.

‘Don’t you want to see how it looks?’

Hannah shook her head. ‘It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned,’ she said softly. ‘Special,’ she added, aware he knew just how much the gift meant to her.

She reached for the clasp, only to have him still her hands.

‘Leave it on.’

Without a further word she drew his head down to hers and initiated a kiss that proved so evocative it could have only one ending.

Later, much later, Miguel curved her in against him and pressed a light kiss to her temple. ‘Sleep, amante. Tomorrow is another day.’

Hannah woke to the peal of the doorbell, and Miguel ushered in the waiter delivering room-service breakfast.

What time was it? She cast a hurried glance at the digital clock on the bedside pedestal, and gave a groan.

Eight-fifteen! Dear heaven, she was due to open the boutique at nine, and she needed to shower, dress, get home and collect a fresh change of clothes…

With rapid movements she thrust aside the covers and slid to her feet. The shower…

‘Amada, slow down,’ Miguel growled in husky chastisement, and she cast him a harried glance.

‘The boutique— You should have woken me…’

‘Come and have breakfast.’ He sounded indolently amused. ‘You’re not going anywhere.’

‘What do you mean I’m not going anywhere? It’s late—’

His dark musing expression held warm appreciation of her nudity, and she quickly caught up a robe, thrust her arms through the sleeves and hurriedly caught the silk edges together.

He extended a hand, caught hold of hers, and pulled her close.

‘Miguel,’ she protested in exasperation. ‘We don’t have time—’

‘Yes, we do.’

‘No, we don’t.’ She dragged fingers through the tousled length of her hair, and made an effort to free her hand.

Except she didn’t stand a chance as his mouth covered hers in a lingering kiss that almost destroyed the will to move. Almost. It was she who pulled away first, and only, she suspected, because he allowed it.

He could, he knew, slide the silk from her shoulders and pull her down onto the bed. Early morning lovemaking was a mutual indulgence that made for a great start to the day. Today, however, it would have to wait.

‘Renee will open the boutique this morning.’

She stilled, and gave him a searching look. ‘Why?’

Miguel led her towards the table where the waiter had laid out their breakfast. ‘Sit down and we’ll eat.’

‘I’m not doing a thing until you tell me what’s going on.’

‘Okay,’ Miguel said easily. ‘We’re due to board an international flight in a few hours.’

She stilled, and her eyes were wide as she looked at him. ‘What did you say?’

He reached out an arm and drew her forward and into a chair, then he took the seat opposite. ‘You heard.’

‘How?’

He cast her a musing glance. ‘The usual way, I imagine.’

‘I mean, how can we get away at such short notice?’

‘Delegate.’

‘I can’t—’

‘Yes, you can.’ He drank half of his orange juice in one long swallow. ‘Cindy returns to work on Monday, she will manage the boutique with Elaine’s help, and Renee will go in at four each afternoon to close.’

‘But—’

‘The world as we know it won’t end if we take time out,’ Miguel relayed quietly.

He was right, it wouldn’t. It was just so…sudden. So unexpected.

Hannah took a sip of orange juice, then another. ‘Where are we going?’

‘Hawaii.’

Oh, my, did he possess some kind of mind-reading gift? She mentally pictured white sand, blue sea, and white-crested surf, sunshine, and tranquillity. Lazy days, long, languid nights. Heaven.

She almost dared not ask. ‘How long?’

‘A week in Honolulu, and a week on Maui.’

‘Honolulu?’ she queried, a slow, sweet smile curving her lips. Maui. She didn’t know which held the most appeal. ‘Really?’ Her eyes acquired a gleam. ‘Today?’

His mouth twitched with wry amusement. ‘Don’t look at me like that. Or we won’t get out of this suite, let alone catch a scheduled flight.’

Hannah laughed, a light-hearted sound that stole round his heart and tugged a little. ‘You think so?’

He reached out a hand and placed a finger over her lips. ‘Breakfast, querida.’

‘Okay,’ she acquiesced. She held up one hand and began counting off her fingers. ‘Hmm. A nine-hour flight.’ Her eyes acquired a devilish sparkle. ‘That gives me plenty of time to plan exactly how I intend to reward you.’

‘Minx,’ he said, tempted to discard breakfast altogether.

‘Pity we need to go home to pack.’

‘No,’ Miguel discounted. ‘We don’t. I have our bags in the boot of the car.’

She couldn’t restrain an incredulous smile. ‘You packed for me?’

‘I have as much as you need,’ he said with musing solemnity. ‘Anything else you can buy there. Besides,’ he added indolently, ‘I don’t plan on having you wear much at all most of the time.’

Hannah leaned across the table and pressed a finger to his lips. ‘Well, I have news for you, amante. I plan to swim, lie in the sun, go for long walks, and read. And a pleasant meal among fellow diners is also a prerequisite.’ Her eyes sparkled and acquired the hue of brilliant blue topaz. ‘If you’ve only tossed briefs and a robe into my bag, you’re in serious trouble.’

‘Try…an evening suit, a dress or two, shorts, a few tops, bikini, shoes…’ Miguel trailed off, then opened his mouth and playfully nipped her finger with the edge of his teeth before releasing it.

‘Food,’ she mocked gently, and began doing justice to cereal and fruit, following it with toast and strong black coffee.

They made the flight with only minutes to spare, and Hannah divided her attention between the pages of a spellbinding murder mystery and the movies offered on-screen.

It was late when they landed in Honolulu, and almost midnight by the time they checked into their hotel.

The luxury suite on a high floor overlooking Waikiki beach was superb, and Hannah crossed to the wide expanse of plate glass and slid open doors onto the lanai.

A gentle breeze wafted in from the ocean, and the air held the fresh smell of the sea. Twinkling lights outlined the mainland arching towards Diamond Head.

Miguel moved in close behind her and linked his arms around her waist. His chin rested on top of her head as she leaned back against him.

‘It’s magical,’ she murmured softly. Melbourne, home, Camille, seemed so far away. Like a bad dream from which she’d just awoken. ‘Thank you.’

‘For what, precisely?’

‘Bringing me here,’ she said simply. Taking affirmative action, believing in me…us, she added silently.

Miguel’s hands tightened fractionally, and he lowered his head to savour the vulnerable hollow at the base of her neck. ‘My pleasure.’

‘I’ve reached a decision,’ Hannah said slowly, feeling the heat slipping through her body at his touch. It was like an aphrodisiac, powerful, potent, and electric. She felt malleable, his. ‘If you approve.’

‘Are you asking, or telling me?’ he teased, aware of her quickening heartbeat, the way her body was poised between want and surrender.

‘I thought—’ She paused, and dragged in a quick breath as his hand cupped her breast and began caressing its vulnerable peak.

‘Hmm?’ he queried musingly. ‘What did you think, querida?’

‘After Christmas might be a good time to promote Cindy.’

‘A sensible decision.’

‘I think I’ll keep Elaine on part-time, just to help out.’

‘I assume this is leading somewhere?’ Miguel prompted leisurely.

‘Babies,’ Hannah ventured with a soft smile. ‘How do you feel about starting our own family?’

He felt as if someone had punched him in the solar plexus. A child? His mind leapt ahead to a blonde angel the mirror image of her mother. Maybe a dark-haired son who would drive his mother mad with boyish pranks… Por Dios, Hannah heavy with child, the birth… He went pale at the thought of her in pain.

‘Are you sure about this?’

She twisted in his arms as she turned to face him.

‘You’re not?’ She searched his features in the half-light, and glimpsed something evident she couldn’t define.

‘I can’t think of anything more special, other than you, that you could gift me,’ Miguel declared fervently.

Hannah felt the slight tremor that ran through his large body, and she wound her arms round his waist and pulled him close.

‘Maybe we should go inside,’ she teased lightly, ‘and practise a little.’ A warm chuckle emerged from her throat. ‘Besides, I have a particular reward to bestow.’

Together they re-entered the suite, closed the door to the lanai, then drew the curtains.

Their own private world, Hannah mused as she removed her outer clothes and entered the shower. Miguel joined her, and they took their time, enjoying the promise, the anticipation of the loving they would always share.

During the following few days they delighted in playing tourist. They rode the tramcar, hired a limousine for the day and toured the island.

Midweek they took a flight out to Maui, and spent a wonderfully relaxing six days in a hotel right on the beach overlooking the ocean. Lovely sunny days walking on the beach, lazing beneath the spread of palm trees reading, listening to music on the Walkman. They swam in the ocean, frequented the hotel pool, played tennis, then dined in one of several restaurants, before retiring to their suite to make long, sweet love through the night.

Miguel rose early in the morning to use the laptop for an hour, and checked his cell-phone before they went to dinner each evening as a brief concession to the outside business world.

Hannah didn’t mind. It was enough they were together in a wonderfully idyllic part of the world.

On their return to Honolulu they shopped in several exclusive boutiques. ‘Retail therapy,’ Hannah teased as she added yet another brightly coloured designer bag to the few Miguel indulgently carried in each hand.

There were gifts to select for Renee, Carlo and Esteban, as well as something for Cindy and Elaine.

In one shop she caught sight of the most exquisite little dress for a baby girl, and bought it with Elise in mind.

‘Are you done?’ Miguel queried musingly as she emerged from yet another boutique.

‘Not quite.’ She had something very special in mind. ‘I don’t suppose you’ll take those packages back to the hotel and give me an hour to shop alone?’

‘Not a chance.’

‘Okay,’ Hannah said with resignation. ‘But there are conditions.’

His eyes gleamed and his mouth moved to form a generous smile. ‘And what would those be, querida?’

She sent him a sparkling glance as she lifted a hand and began ticking off each finger in turn. ‘You won’t question which shop I enter. You’ll remain outside and won’t look through the window. And under no circumstances will you come inside.’

He tilted his head slightly and regarded her thoughtfully. ‘Bar there being a robbery, or some strange man attempts to chat you up.’

‘Hmm,’ she conceded, sending him an impish grin. ‘That sounds fair.’

She looked no more than sixteen, Miguel ruminated musingly. Her hair was caught together at her nape, sunglasses rested atop her head, her make-up was minimal, her skin glowed a soft honey gold, and, attired in casual linen shorts and a singlet top, she didn’t resemble anyone’s wife.

Except she was his. The light of his life, his reason for living. It was something he gave grateful thanks to the good Dios for every day. He hadn’t thought it possible to give up your life for another human being. But he’d give up his, for her, in a nanosecond.

Hannah paused outside an exclusive jewellery store, and turned towards him, her expression serious.

‘Remember, you promised?’

‘Go, amante.’

She did, earning circumspect interest from two male staff until she explained what she wanted, indicated a price range, and had their interest immediately switch to respect.

It took a while to make her selection. It took even longer to persuade them to have one of their crafts-man engrave an inscription. A huge tip helped.

She had it placed in a beautiful velvet-lined box, gift-wrapped, charged to her own personal credit card, and she emerged through the glass doors with a satisfied smile.

It was their last evening in this beautiful paradise, and they’d dined at an exclusive restaurant in Honolulu’s ‘Pink Palace’. The food was delicious, the champagne superb, and the view out over the darkened ocean provided a peaceful backdrop.

Together they lingered, each reluctant to bring the evening to a close. For soon they’d have to return to their suite, call the porter to take their bags down to Reception, from where a cab would deliver them to the airport in order to catch the midnight flight home.

The waiter served coffee, and while Miguel signed the credit slip Hannah retrieved the gift-wrapped case from her bag and placed it on the table.

‘For you,’ she said gently as the waiter disappeared, and Miguel regarded her carefully for several seconds before reaching for the package.

He undid the gold ribbon, broke the seal, removed the wrapping, and opened the case.

Inside nestled in a bed of velvet lay a beautiful gold fob-watch with an attached chain.

‘Hannah—’

‘There’s an inscription. Read it,’ she encouraged, watching as he removed the watch and turned it over to read what had been engraved on the back.

Miguel, my heart, my soul. Hannah.

‘Dios,’ he breathed, momentarily speechless.

‘There’s a place inside for a photo,’ she relayed softly. One that would change from year to year as they added to their family.

‘Gracias, amada.’ He rose to his feet and crossed round to kiss her.

Very thoroughly, Hannah mused long seconds later.

Together they left the table and made their way back to their suite.

A long flight lay ahead, and there was little time to spare.

‘One lifetime won’t be enough,’ Miguel said gently as he drew her into his arms.

‘Not nearly enough,’ Hannah whispered an instant before she pulled his head down to hers.

The insistent peal of the telephone caused them to reluctantly draw apart, and Miguel picked up the handset, listened, then added a brief few words.

‘The porter is on his way up, and the cab is waiting downstairs,’ he relayed with something akin to regret, and her mouth curved into a warm smile.

‘We’ll be home tomorrow.’

His answering smile held a certain musing wryness.

‘That’s no help at all.’

A soft laugh emerged from her lips. ‘Patience, querido, is good for the soul.’

He bent his head and kissed her with such gentle evocativeness, she wanted to cry. ‘I’ll remind you of that, later.’

They had the rest of their lives, and together they would make each day count. For ever.