The Mills & Boon Stars Collection. Cathy Williams

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      ‘Don’t you?’ he questioned. ‘Then you are very lucky, Sophie, because I sure as hell need you. Nothing is the same without you. I have a whole world at my feet. I can go anywhere I want. Manhattan, Poonbarra, even England—but I don’t want to go anywhere which doesn’t have you.’

      ‘Tough. Go away, Rafe,’ she said tiredly. ‘And take your meaningless words with you.’

      ‘If that’s what you really want, then I will go.’ He narrowed his eyes. ‘But before I do, I need you to listen to what I have to say. Will you at least do that for me?’

      He could sense her struggle as she turned her face away from him to look out at the water again.

      ‘Hurry up, then,’ she said abruptly. ‘Because I want to go.’

      He drew in a deep breath. ‘I never really believed in love. I wasn’t even sure it existed—’

      ‘I remember,’ she interrupted acidly. ‘You’d seen it masquerading as lust, or greed.’

      ‘Yes, I had. I’d seen nothing but chaos in its wake,’ he continued. ‘And that made me determined to control my own life and destiny. That’s why I steered clear of any emotional entanglements and it had always worked just fine. And then I met you.’

      ‘Don’t.’ He could see her jaw working now. ‘Don’t tell me things you don’t mean.’

      ‘I won’t. Because what’s in it for me to make this admission, unless to admit that I’m fighting like mad to try to get you back, Sophie? To tell you that you appeal to me on every level which matters? You didn’t just break through the glass ceiling of my life—you smashed your way in, without even seeming to try. Somehow you made me confide in you. Made me realise that talking about painful stuff was the only way of letting it go. You gave me your body in the most beautiful way I could have imagined. You made the hard-bitten workers at Poonbarra fall completely under your spell, because despite everything this princess has the common touch. I fought it as hard as I knew how and I’m through with fighting because I love you, Sophie.’

      ‘I don’t believe you,’ she said.

      ‘You can’t choose who you love,’ he continued doggedly. ‘But if you could, I would still choose you. Even if you tell me you never want to see me again, I will never regret loving you, Sophie. Because somehow you’ve made me come alive. You’ve made me experience joy—only the flipside of that is the pain of missing you.’

      He saw in her eyes the gleam of unshed tears, and a sudden unbearable thought occurred to him. Maybe he really had blown it with his arrogance and his fear. He felt the raw aching of his heart and then she started to speak.

      ‘All my life I’ve been put on a pedestal, like some kind of marble statue,’ she said. ‘And when you made love to me, you made me feel like a real woman. Only then I realised that you’ve imposed all these rules and guidelines about what I’m allowed to do and what I’m allowed to say. I’m not allowed to love you, but presumably I was going to be allowed to love our children. Only love isn’t something you can limit, or siphon off. It’s supposed to grow, Rafe. We’re supposed to spread as much of it around as we possibly can.’

      ‘Then spread some over me,’ he said softly, but still she shook her head.

      ‘What if I’m frigid?’ she demanded. ‘If that night we had sex at the palace is the way it’s going to be from now on?’

      ‘You think that?’

      ‘It’s your opinion I’m asking, Rafe.’

      ‘I thought you must be uptight about being in the palace and so I decided to back off—to give you the space you needed.’

      Her voice trembled. ‘I thought you’d gone off me.’

      ‘Gone off you? Are you out of your mind? We were having a communication breakdown, which wasn’t exactly helped by palace protocol.’

      He met her gaze and wondered if she could read the longing in his. She still hadn’t touched him and he thought there was still some defiance in her attitude.

      ‘I’m going to Paris next month. I’m taking a professional pastry course to capitalise on all the cooking I did at Poonbarra.’

      ‘Then I can come to Paris and work from there.’

      ‘Maybe I want the chance to spread my wings and live on my own for a while.’

      ‘Then I’ll wait until you’re ready to fly back to me.’

      ‘You’re so sure I would?’

      ‘That’s a risk I’m prepared to take.’

      She looked at him. ‘Do you think you have the answer to everything, Rafe Carter?’

      ‘I hope so,’ he said, his voice suddenly serious. ‘Because I feel like I’m fighting for my life here. All I’m asking for is one more chance, Sophie. A chance to make it right. A chance to show you just how much you mean to me.’

      Her lips pressed in on themselves but he could sense she was softening.

      ‘If you ever, ever hurt me—’

      ‘I won’t ever hurt you again,’ he vowed. ‘I will love and cherish you for the rest of my days. Just so long as you...’ His words tailed off, but he knew that he had to say them. Because they were equals. Because his love for her was fierce and strong, but that didn’t make him any less vulnerable. And because there was no shame attached in admitting that to the woman you loved. He swallowed. ‘Promise never to hurt me either.’

      ‘Oh, Rafe.’ And now the unshed tears were spilling down her face and she brushed them away as she shook her head from side to side. ‘I will never do that,’ she whispered. ‘Never.’

      His own eyes were pricking as he framed her face in his hands and a swell of emotion so powerful came over him that the world seemed to tilt on its axis. For a moment there was nothing but stillness as their gazes met.

      His voice was full of tenderness. ‘Do you want to sail your yacht off into the sunset?’

      She smiled as she lifted her face to his. ‘It’s a long time until sundown. I think I’d rather kiss you instead.’

       EPILOGUE

      A GHOSTLY WAIL shattered the night calm and Sophie rolled over lazily to curl her naked body comfortably against Rafe.

      ‘That’s a curlew,’ she murmured sleepily, her breath warm against his chest.

      ‘Congratulations.’ He kissed the top of her head. ‘Soon you’ll be eligible for membership of the Australian Ornithological Society.’

      ‘That’s not fair,’ she protested. ‘I know lots about the indigenous birdlife. I can easily recognise a bowerbird.’

      He kissed the tip of her nose. ‘Only because their СКАЧАТЬ