He was babbling now. Ana put her hand to his mouth and shushed him. ‘It’s perfect.’ It truly was. She didn’t think she could feel happier.
But then he dropped to his knees and her heart liquefied. ‘Seb—’
But he took her hand and shushed her. ‘With this ring, I thee wed.’ His smile was heartbreakingly self-conscious. ‘I promise to love you, and be there for you, in sickness, health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse…just…for ever. I love you, Ana.’
His smile had gone, all that was left was the sincerity shining from him as he slid the ring home to its perfect fit on her finger.
She bent, too happy to care about the tears coursing down her cheeks and dripping all over them both. ‘I love you, too.’
He pulled her down, tumbling her into his lap and then rolling, trapping her close. Then slowly, so very, very slowly, he made love to her. And made her scream her joy.
Epilogue
SEB reached forward, running his hands over Ana’s gently swollen belly. Part way through the second trimester of the pregnancy, she was over the sickness and full of energy. The sun was setting lower in the sky, casting a reddish-gold glow over the water and the sand beneath Seb’s feet was soft and warm.
While the divorce had never happened, he’d wanted to have some ceremony, something special to celebrate the fact that they’d truly become the one for the other.
And so they had—swapped their own special significant murmurings in their own special place. He took her fingers and pressed his lips to the intricate henna tattoo swirling over the back of her hand. He smiled inside—he’d had them put an entwined S and A on his chest as a joke while she’d been getting ready. He couldn’t wait to see her laugh.
Right now, Hamim would be turning down the sheets, and arranging the last of the flowers as Seb had instructed. Perhaps tomorrow he’d take her around the island again on the kayak, or they’d play bao in the shade. But right now he intended to take his beautiful wife to bed again.
Ana smiled up at him, took his hand and pressed it lower on her belly. The first dance was happening on the inside today. She and Seb could still only manage the stand and sway, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t take her eyes from his. The love radiated from them, as did the awe when he felt their children kick.
‘I still can’t believe it,’ he whispered.
Twins. ‘Well, you do like to do things to extremes, Seb.’
The sickness she’d had with the migraine had mucked up her Pill. They’d conceived some time soon afterwards. She’d had to work hard to soothe Seb’s overprotective streak and insist it was OK to come back to the beautiful island. It was only when the third obstetrician said it would be perfectly fine for them to go that Seb booked the tickets—beyond first class.
They’d spent the previous day visiting the orphanage in Dar es Salaam—the place they’d decided to support as much as they were able. She’d launched Bibbity-Bobbity-Bling and, although it was early days, so far it promised some success. Any profit would be given to the orphanage. They did not need the money themselves.
There was a boom as fireworks exploded up in the sky, bathing them in reflected green and gold. She jumped and giggled as the babes inside kicked.
‘Going the whole hog.’ Seb winked sheepishly.
‘I love it.’Ana turned back to face him. ‘And I love you.’
She didn’t see the other fireworks, didn’t hear the crack as they burst into sprays of diamond-bright light. Because he was kissing her again, and when Sebastian Rentoul kissed her all Ana knew was love.
All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention.
All Rights Reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises II B.V./S.à.r.l. The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher.
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the prior consent of the publisher in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
® and ™ are trademarks owned and used by the trademark owner and/or its licensee. Trademarks marked with ® are registered with the United Kingdom Patent Office and/or the Office for Harmonisation in the Internal Market and in other countries.
First published in Great Britain 2009
Harlequin Mills & Boon Limited,
Eton House, 18-24 Paradise Road, Richmond, Surrey TW9 1SR
© Natalie Anderson 2010
E-ISBN: 978-1-4089-1785-5
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Praise
Excerpt
About The Author
Other Books By
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Copyright
To Love, Honour and Disobey Page 15
