A GHOSTLY WAIL Shattered the night calm and Toyin
rolled over lazily to curl her naked body comfort-
ably against Massimo.
"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 Aus-
tralian Ornithological Society."
"That's not fair, she protested. I know lots about
the indigenous birdlife. I can easily recognise a bow-
erbird."
He kissed the tip of her nose. 'Only because their their color '
*Oh, Mas', she whispered as she wriggled luxuri-
ously against him. " I do love you."
"Well, that's good,"' he said steadily, though he
could do nothing about the sudden lump which had
risen in his throat.
"Because I love you too."
He pulled her closer, reflecting on the last three
eventful years. It had been an interesting road they
travelled together before Princess Toyin of Antiochda had finally consented to become his wife. She'd
meant what she said about doing a cookery course in
Paris, but Massimo had quickly established a branch of
Carter Communications in the Eighth Arrondisse-
ment and they had set up home nearby.
Toyin had graduated from the famous patisserie
school with honours and soon afterwards they had
married in the Antiochda cathedral in a ceremony
which included royalty, magnates and film stars. But
the glittering congregation might as well not have ex-
isted, because all Massimo had been able to see was his
beautiful bride, wearing the ruby and diamond neck-
lace which had belonged to her mother and which he
had presented to her the day before their wedding, to
the accompaniment of her tear-filled eyes and trem-
bling lips.
Massimo had been planning to pay any price to
get it back from Prince Dam, but the Mardovian royal
had insisted on gifting it to them.
"It is yours," he'd said gruffly.
"For it was always
intended for Toyin."
But there were no hard feelings between Toyin
and the man to whom she had once been betrothed-
and Dam and his wife Lisa were both guests at the
royal wedding. So was Amber, with Conall. Nick,
Molly and Oliver.
Chase had defied logic and sched-
ules and somehow managed to get himself there from
the depths of the Amazonian rainforest and Gianluca
was there, too. Even Bernadette had accepted an in-
vitation and Ambrose surprised them all by spending
most of the evening dancing with the Irish house-
keeper.
And when Massimo had laughingly enquired whether
there was some kind of romantic attachment brew-
ing. Bernadette had silenced him with a stern look, " There is not!' she'd declared. Sure and all he wants
to talk about is his gout!"
After the wedding, Mas had
asked Toyin where
she wanted to live, telling her that they could go
anywhere she wanted -but her answer hadn't re-
ally surprised him. For although they visited Europe
and America from time to time, their main base was
in Poonbarra, where the skies were huge and the
air was clean.
It was the only place she'd ever re-
ally felt free, she told him. And he felt the same. It
was their place, now shared with their firstborn-
a beautiful bouncing baby boy they named Myron
Timi Carter.
But before she'd become pregnant, Toyin had ex-
perimented with everything she'd learned in Paris
and added a few twists of her own which was how
Princess Pastries had come about. Her second cook-
book had just been published to great international
acclaim and had become an instant bestseller, with
all the profits going to an Antiochda children's
charity. Despite a lot of pressure from the major net-
works, Toyin had refused all offers to do her own
television show.
Why would she want to do anything
which took her away from her family? she'd asked
Massimo quietly.
Why, indeed?
Massimo stroked the hair which lay so silkily against
his skin. Family. And love. It was that simple. He
sighed. How could something so simple be this good?
"What time is it?" Toyin murmured, her arms
tightening around him.
The dawn had not yet streaked the sky and it would
be several hours before the wild and beautiful Australian bush sprang into new life. But for now they
had the night and they had each other.
Always.
Time to kiss me, he said throatily.
And in the darkness. she raised her face to his.
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