by Gloria Bevan
"So that was why you didn't want her to see the firewalkers that night?"
"That's why."
The thoughts rose to her lips. "And you went off with her —"
"It wasn't that I wanted to Rob. I never wanted to leave you, not for a moment. That's why I'm doing something about it." His usual lazy tones were warm and urgent. "Marry me, Rob, here in Fiji, just as soon as I can arrange it. You will?"
Her response to his caress was answer enough.
He carried her small brown hand to his lips. "You know what you've let yourself in for? Endless shifting around the islands —"
"I don't care ! "
"No settled home —"
"I only want you."
"My darling ..."
Conscious of the strong pulse of life beating through her, Robyn knew that home to her would always be wherever they were together.