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she possibly whisper when he was kissing as if he was a man starved for a woman, starved of this woman? She knew so clearly what was happening, and she accepted it with elation. This woman was who he wanted and he’d take her, he wanted her, she was his and he was claiming his own.

      Like the whale rolling joyously in the sea, she thought, dazed and almost delirious, this was nature; it was right, it was meant.

      She was in his arms and she wasn’t letting go.

      Ramón.

      ‘Gianetta…’ His voice was ragged with heat and desire. Somehow he dragged himself back from her and held her at arm’s length. ‘Gianetta, mia…’

      ‘If you’re asking if I want you, then the answer’s yes,’ she said huskily, and almost laughed at the look of blazing heat that came straight back at her. His eyes were almost black, gleaming with tenderness and want and passion. But something else. He wouldn’t take her yet. His eyes were searching.

      ‘I’ll take no woman against her will,’ he growled.

      ‘You think…you think this is against my will?’ she whispered, as the blaze of desire became almost white-hot and she pressed herself against him, forcing him to see how much this was not the case.

      ‘Gianetta,’ he sighed, and there was laughter now as well as wonder and desire. Before she could respond he had her in his arms, held high, cradled against him, almost triumphant.

      ‘You don’t think maybe we should set the automatic pilot or something?’ she murmured. ‘We’ll drift.’

      ‘The radar will tell us if we’re about to hit something big,’ he said, his dark eyes gleaming. ‘But it can’t pick up things like jellyfish, so there’s a risk. You want to risk death by jellyfish and come to my bed while we wait, my Gianetta?’

      And what was a girl to say to an invitation like that?

      ‘Yes, please,’ she said simply and he kissed her and he held her tight and carried her down below.

      To his bed. To his arms. To his pleasure.

      ‘She left port six days ago, heading for New Zealand.’

      The lawyer stared at the boat builder in consternation. ‘You’re sure? The Marquita?’

      ‘That’s the one. The guy skippering her— Ramón, I think he said his name was—had her in dry dock here for a couple of days, checking the hull, but she sailed out on the morning tide on Monday. Took the best cook in the bay with him, too. Half the locals are after his blood. He’d better look after our Jenny.’

      But the lawyer wasn’t interested in Ramón’s staff. He stood on the dock and stared out towards the harbour entrance as if he could see the Marquita sailing away.

      ‘You’re sure he was heading for Auckland?’

      ‘I am. You’re Spanish, right?’

      ‘Cepheus country,’ the lawyer said sharply. ‘Not Spain. But no matter. How long would it take the Marquita to get to Auckland?’

      ‘Coupla weeks,’ the boat builder told him. ‘Can’t see him hurrying. I wouldn’t hurry if I had a boat like the Marquita and Jenny aboard.’

      ‘So if I go to Auckland…’

      ‘I guess you’d meet him. If it’s urgent.’

      ‘It’s urgent,’the lawyer said grimly. ‘You have no idea how urgent.’

      There was no urgency about the Marquita. If she took a year to reach Auckland it was too soon for Jenny.

      Happiness was right now.

      They could travel faster, but that would mean sitting by the wheel hour after hour, setting the sails to catch the slightest wind shift, being sailors.

      Instead of being lovers.

      She’d never felt like this. She’d melted against Ramón’s body the morning of the whales and she felt as if she’d melted permanently. She’d shape shifted, from the Jenny she once knew to the Gianetta Ramón loved.

      For that was what it felt like. Loved. For the first time in her life she felt truly beautiful, truly desirable—and it wasn’t just for her body.

      Yes, he made love to her, over and over, wonderful lovemaking that made her cry out in delight.

      But more.

      He wanted to know all about her.

      He tugged blankets up on the deck. They lay in the sun and they solved the problems of the world. They watched dolphins surf in their wake. They fished. They compared toes to see whose little toe bent the most.

      That might be ridiculous but there was serious stuff, too. Ramón now knew all about her parents, her life, her baby. She told him everything about Matty, she showed him pictures and he examined each of them with the air of a man being granted a privilege.

      When Matty was smiling, Ramón smiled. She watched this big man respond to her baby’s smile and she felt her heart twist in a way she’d never thought possible.

      He let the boom net down off the rear deck, and they surfed behind the boat, and when the wind came up it felt as if they were flying. They worked the sails as a team, setting them so finely that they caught up on time lost when they were below, lost in each other’s bodies.

      He touched her and her body reacted with fire.

      Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love. It was a mantra she said over and over in her head, but she knew it was hopeless. She was hopelessly lost.

      It wouldn’t last. Like Kieran, this man was a nomad, a sailor of no fixed address, going where the wind took him.

      He talked little about himself. She knew there’d been tragedy, the sister he’d loved, parents he’d lost, pain to make him shy from emotional entanglement.

      Well, maybe she’d learned that lesson, too. So savour the moment, she told herself. For now it was wonderful. Each morning she woke in Ramón’s arms and she thought: Ramón had employed her for a year! When they got back to Europe conceivably the owner would join them. She could go back to being crew. But Ramón would be crew as well, and the nights were long, and owners never stayed aboard their boats for ever.

      ‘Tell me about the guy who owns this boat,’ she said, two days out of Auckland and she watched a shadow cross Ramón’s face. She was starting to know him so well—she watched him when he didn’t know it—his strongly boned, aquiline face, his hooded eyes, the smile lines, the weather lines from years at sea.

      What had suddenly caused the shadow?

      ‘He’s rich,’ he said shortly. ‘He trusts me. What else do you need to know?’

      ‘Well, whether he likes muffins, for a start,’ she said, with something approaching asperity, which was a bit difficult as she happened to be entwined in Ramón’s arms as she spoke and asperity was a bit hard to manage. Breathless was more like it.

      ‘He loves muffins,’ Ramón said.

      ‘He’ll be used to richer food than I can cook. Do you usually employ someone with special training?’

      ‘He eats my cooking.’

      ‘Really?’ She frowned and sat up in bed, tugging the sheet after her. She’d seen enough of Ramón’s culinary skills to know what an extraordinary statement this was. ‘He’s rich and he eats your cooking?’

      ‘As I said, he’ll love your muffins.’

      ‘So when will you next see him?’

      ‘Back in Europe,’ Ramón said, and sighed. ‘He’ll have to surface then, but not now. Not yet. There’s three months before we have to face the world. Do you think we can be happy for three months, cariño?’ And he tugged

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