A Spanish Awakening
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‘So I was not prepared for your door to be answered by a half-naked man of more than average good looks who informed me you were in the shower.’
‘Josh!’ she exclaimed.
He nodded. ‘Your gay flatmate, yes, I know this now, but at the time I jumped to the obvious conclusion,’ he admitted. ‘It is never pleasant to feel a fool or have your heart and hopes crushed.
‘I felt—’ His apologetic glance swept across her face. ‘It was totally irrational, I know, but in my mind you had betrayed me. My pride would not allow me to follow my instincts and take you from this man. I told myself you would do the running the next time. Deep down I think I never lost hope there would be a next time.
‘Then when Philip let slip that your lover, or so I thought, had moved out, I felt. Let’s just say I was not unhappy for your loss. The next day I went to the airport to assure Rosanna that there was no need to feel bad that things hadn’t worked out for me with the woman she knew I had not pursued because we were still married. I spent the journey to the airport thinking of you and suddenly there you were. I was not thinking about Rosanna or anything when I kissed you.
‘I just followed my instincts. If only I had followed my baser instincts when your friend opened the door that day the last year might have been very different.’
The pain and self-recrimination on his face made her tender heart ache. ‘I was jealous of all the skinny, beautiful women I saw you photographed with,’ she confessed. ‘And no matter how hard I dieted I never looked like them.’
‘Por Dios!’ he ejaculated, looking horrified. ‘I would never want you to look like those women. I love your curves. It is as a woman should be—warm and soft. And you will never diet again,’ he announced firmly.
His vehemence made her smile. Her smile faded as she looked into the face she adored and declared with husky sincerity, ‘I really do love you, Emilio.’ Her golden eyes glowed as she ran a loving finger over the roughened curve of his cheek.
‘And I love you.’
The kissing lasted until they drew up outside the building that housed Emilio’s temporary accommodation. Neither occupant of the back seat noticed the car had stopped and the discreet driver made no attempt to announce the fact.
Megan laid her head on his chest and sighed with pleasure. ‘And the good thing is when I leave the firm and set up on my own I’ll be able to come to Madrid a lot more often, and maybe you will be able to come over to London occasionally too?’
She angled a look of tentative enquiry at his face.
‘But surely you will set up your business here? In the short term I can help you with any language problems, though obviously enrolling on an intensive language course would be the obvious course of action.’
‘You want me to move here … Are you asking me to move in with you, Emilio? ‘
He shook his head. ‘I am asking you to marry me, mi esposa. I thought that was a given.’
Megan gasped. ‘Not to me.’
‘You wish time to think about it?’ He glanced at his watch. ‘Will three seconds suffice? ‘
Megan’s expression of solemn shock melted into laughter as he delivered his outrageous offer.
‘It will have to suffice, querida, because I have been waiting for your answer for two years and every extra second is taking a year off my life.’
He was right; the knowledge made her relax. Why stress over a choice she had already made?
‘Well, I wouldn’t want that because I want my husband to be around for a very, very long time.’
Emilio released the breath he had been holding—holding, it seemed to him, for two years. ‘You will not regret this. I promise you, Megan, that you will not regret this,’ he cried, pulling her to him and raining kisses on her upturned features. Finally he found her mouth and the last long, languid, achingly tender kiss lasted a very long time.
It was Megan who pulled out of his arms with a laugh. ‘I have just realized—not when you were kissing me, obviously.’ There was no room for anything but Emilio in her head when he kissed her. ‘How long have we been here—not in the car, in Madrid?’
Emilio consulted his watch. ‘Almost twenty-four hours exactly.’
‘Do you realise I have been in one of the most vibrant, colourful cities in the world for twenty-four hours and all I’ve seen of it is the airport and your apartment? God, we’ve arrived back and I hadn’t even realised.’
‘That is indeed truly shocking!’ Emilio agreed, tongue firmly in cheek. ‘I feel I should share more shocking news. I do not have sightseeing trips planned for the immediate future.’
Her lips twitched as she adopted an innocent expression. ‘What do you have planned? ‘
A wicked smile that made her pulse race split his dark features. ‘Come with me, mi querida, and I will show you.’
Megan grinned back and took the hand he offered. This was one offer she had no intention of refusing. ‘Why not? Madrid will still be here tomorrow.’
‘Also next week.’ The teasing smile faded from his handsome face as he took her hands in his. ‘And so will I. I will always be here for you, Megan.’
The simple statement meant more to Megan than the vows they would soon exchange with equal solemnity. She nodded and said in a clear voice that shook with the depth of the emotions she wanted to convey, ‘And I will always be there for you Emilio.’
Tears of emotion glowed in her eyes as Megan allowed him to lead her out into the morning sun and her new life.
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© Kim Lawrence 2011
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Table of Contents
Cover
Excerpt
About the Author
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
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Copyright
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