‘I—I think so.’
‘I’ll prove it to you,’ he said grimly, casting aside the champagne and swinging her off her feet.
Later, ages later, she shifted to remove the Architectural Digest from under her naked shoulder.
‘Kosta?’
‘Mmm?’
‘I do trust you. I do. But who is the woman you share a car with in Sydney?’
Kosta gave a great shout of laughter and rolled them both out from under the piano.
‘My mother. She uses my car as her runabout when I’m away. I go back about three times a year and repossess it. The rest of the time it’s hers.’
‘Oh. I knew it had to be something like that,’ she assured him airily.
‘Liar,’ said Kosta. ‘Love you when you’re jealous.’
‘I’m not jealous of your mother,’ said Annis, revolted.
‘My mother thinks I’m God.’ He laughed, kissing her stomach. ‘You’ll be able to tell her she’s wrong.’
Annis caught his hand and carried it to her breast. At once, in pure reflex, his fingers began to move deliciously, wickedly.
‘I will indeed,’ said Annis on a little gasp as she began to arch and tremble. ‘I will indeed.’
EPILOGUE
SIX months later they were on the beach below the castle. Kosta had been swimming but Annis was stretched out lazily under the little raffia-roofed hide-out he had built for her. The April sun was surprisingly warm and she gave a wriggle of appreciation.
‘I love this place.’
Kosta was deeply tanned already. His green eyes glinted as he looked at her.
‘I remember.’
They had made love here under the sun and under the stars. Her answering smile acknowledged it.
He sat down beside her and put a hand on her still flat stomach.
‘Do you want me to keep the cove private? I can do it, you know. We own this bit of the shore. I can bar anyone else from using it if you want me to.’
Annis shook her head. ‘No. We’ve made it our own in all the ways that count. I can share it with anyone else who is clever enough to find it.’ She twined her fingers through his. ‘Anyway, you don’t believe in ownership.’
‘I’m reconsidering,’ Kosta admitted.
‘My beach? My rocks?’ she teased.
He bent and kissed her.
‘My wife. My baby,’ he corrected.
Annis sighed blissfully.
He kissed the fingers entwined with his. ‘My love,’ he said.
ISBN: 978-1-4603-6551-9
THE MILLIONAIRE’S DAUGHTER
First North American Publication 2002.
Copyright © 2001 by Sophie Weston.
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