by Penny Jordan
'Maybe so, but he isn't really our sort, Hugh. You'll have to write to Gemma.'
'What for? She's O'Rourke's responsibility now, thank God.'
He rustled the paper meaningfully to show that the subject was closed.
They were only having a week's honeymoon; that was all the time Luke could spare from the site. He had hired a villa on Antigua, set in its own grounds and completely private.
Gemma was happier than she had ever been in her life, and this was just the beginning. There were long years ahead of them to be enjoyed both as friends and lovers. They spent hours talking to one another just as they had done all those long years ago, but now the difference was that they didn't part to go to their separate beds. Now they were truly united.
She looked up as Luke crossed the small patio and deposited a cool drink beside her.
'Still love me?' he teased knowingly, bending his head to kiss her before she could reply, her lips giving him the answer to his question.
Yes, she loved him. Now and for ever, just as she knew that he loved her, and always would.
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