He wanted to crush her in his arms and kiss her until she knew that she was his and his alone. And her mouth, full-lipped and sensual, inviting yet innocent.
What he wouldn’t give to have those blue eyes looking adoringly into his. He wanted to hold her, to stroke her corn-blond hair and soft skin, so luminous under the tropical moon. Indeed, Amelie had called him her white knight that first night he had rescued her, but his present thoughts were rather less than chivalrous. He wanted to be all she ever needed, to care for and protect her. It had sounded very romantic at the time, but Arne now understood. Long ago his grandmother had told him and Lili that it only took a single glance to know when your soul mate stood before you, that you would feel that all you ever needed in this world was there in front of your eyes. As their eyes met, he’d seen an answering flash of recognition in hers, whether she was aware of it or not. The jolt of recognition had been like a bolt from the blue. Certainly she’d jumped at the opportunity when he’d asked her to keep an eye out for Amelie, keen to get to know the beautiful young stranger who had captivated her brother.įunny how he’d known, the moment she literally walked into his arms in the grocery store.
She was a romantic at heart who would have been delighted to play Cupid for her brother. If the failure of her hire car had not conveniently provided him with the initial excuse to help Amelie, and to spend time with her, his ingenuity would have been called on to create some means to get to know her. Were they really so deep and blue, or was his memory playing tricks on him? It was difficult to think about much else. By seven o’clock, he’d unloaded his gear, cleaned down his boat, Leilani, named for his bright-eyed niece, and was driving faster than he should up the old Lookout Road in order to see again a pair of sea-blue eyes a man could drown in and die happy. Arne returned from the outer reef late in the afternoon.
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