“Later,” he whispered with a nod to where Mrs. Nash emerged onto the deck. A stream of people trailed out behind her.
“Hello?” Alex’s brow shot up.
“I hope Mrs. Nash doesn’t have anything against Italian decorators,” said Emma, as the troop rounded the sun umbrella.
There was an unmistakable grin in Alex’s voice. “We’re redecorating?”
“I took a chance,” she admitted. “And I mentioned your name. They have swatches and flooring samples.”
He chuckled and he shook his head. “In that case, you don’t have to say it.”
“Why not?”
He took the case from her hand. “Because you just proved it.”
She playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “Oh, make me say it anyway.”
Alex leaned down and kissed her mouth. It was a warm, tender kiss, full of love, full of hope, full of the promise of a lifetime.
“I love you,” she whispered on a sigh.
He drew back only slightly. “See, that was way too easy.”
She leaned her cheek against his chest, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her. “When it comes to you,” she crooned, “I’m always easy.”
He snorted his disbelief. But his fingertips sent a different message, trailing lightly along her spine. “You know, we have a honeymoon to finish.”
“I guess we do.”
“The Island Countess leaves for Fiji tonight.” He paused. “And I know a guy who can get us a suite.”
She pulled back. “I’ve seen those suites. They’re fabulous.”
“I have fond memories of them myself.”
By the time the Island Countess blew her horn and pulled away from the dock, Emma was naked and wrapped tight in Alex’s arms. The sounds of the late-night launch party tinkled up from the aft sundeck pool.
She buried her face in the crook of Alex’s neck and inhaled his masculine scent. “I love you,” she sighed.
He kissed the top of her head. “Wonder what else I can make you do.”
“Pretty much anything at the moment. As long as it doesn’t require movement. Or thinking. Or staying awake, actually.” She stifled a yawn.
“You hungry?”
She shook her head. “Not hungry.”
“Thirsty?”
“I’m fully satisfied, thank you.”
He chuckled against her hair. “That’s what I like to hear from my wife.”
She smiled.
The phone on the bedside rang.
“Uh-oh,” she said.
“Nothing else can go wrong,” he assured her.
Then he picked it up. “Garrison here.”
He listened for a moment. “So it’s done?”
Another pause.
“It’ll be public?”
Emma came up on her elbow to watch his expression.
He smiled. “Yeah. Thanks. I owe you one.”
Then he hung up the phone.
She waited.
“So, who was it?” she asked.
Alex closed his eyes. “Nathaniel.”
“Oh.” She waited again. “Well?”
He opened one eye. “What?”
“Is it a secret?”
“No.” He opened the other eye and a smug grin took over his face. “Turns out, when the local government heard Kessex Cruise Lines had some concerns with the Kayven Island dock, they decided to move it.”
Emma sat up. “What?”
“To another island, about five hundred miles east.”
“You didn’t.”
“I didn’t do a thing.”
Emma leaned in closer, pasting Alex with an openly skeptical look. “You just told Nathaniel you owed him.”
“Oh, that.” Alex wave a hand. “That was-” He grinned. “Yeah. I did it. Murdoch needed to learn not to mess with us.”
Emma tried hard not to be happy about getting revenge. “Remind me not to mess with you.”
Alex pulled her into a hug. “You, woman, can mess with me any old time you like.”
She pulled back and batted her eyelashes. “Like now?”
“I thought you were tired.”
“I changed my mind. Apparently you vengeful types turn me on.”
He slipped his hand across her hip and snuggled her up tight against his body. “Better not be any other vengeful types onboard.”
“Better keep a close eye on me. Just in case.”
He kissed her then. “You bet I will.” Then he drew back. “By the way. I made an investment on behalf of McKinley.”
She studied his eyes. “What did you do?”
“Bought a piece of property. Little bed-and-breakfast on Tannis Island. That’s about five hundred miles east of Kayven. Not much to look at really. But I think it’s going to be extremely valuable by the end of the week.”
Emma fought a smile of astonishment. “You didn’t.”
His eyes softened, and he gazed at her with a love that sizzled through every fiber of her being. “You can bet I did.”
Barbara Dunlop
