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‘I know you did not wish to wed me,’ Isabel began, not really knowing what to say.

The awkward silence stretched further when Patrick picked up the oars and began rowing towards the shoreline.

‘It is a great sacrifice,’ she said dryly, ‘having to spend time with me.’

‘More than you know,’ he muttered.

Isabel dipped her hand in the sea and flicked a palm full of water at his face.

Patrick’s face darkened. Droplets of salt water slid down his bristled cheeks. Before she could move, he trapped her hands in his and pulled her arms around his neck. She clung to him for balance, her heartbeat pounding against her chest.

He wasn’t going to kiss her. She could see it in his eyes. He was fighting against it.

But he didn’t let go of her. His hands caressed her back, holding her, and a secret part of her ached to welcome him. She needed more than this, and yet he held himself back. Embraced in his arms, she pressed her breasts close to him, her body trembling. Her mouth parted, wishing for what he would not give.

Then she lifted her face and kissed him.