Prompted by Grace and Lilah, who got on like a house on fire, the two families had enjoyed several vacations together, both on Leo’s yacht and at the chateau.
Following his heart attack Anatole had lost a good deal of weight, in order to improve his health. He adored his grandchildren, and was a regular visitor to both London and Provence, but his wife, Cleta, almost never accompanied him on those visits. The pleasure Anatole received from seeing his sons finally treat each other like brothers had touched Lilah’s heart.
‘Sorry I’m late...’ Bastien groaned from the doorway, already in the act of peeling off his shirt to head for the shower. ‘Nikos and Skippy caught me on the way in and I’ve been playing ball. Leo has taken my place, even though Rosie has told us that kicking balls is “a stupid boy thing”.’
Lilah laughed, because Grace’s daughter was extremely clever for her age and often amused the adults with the things she came out with.
She crossed the room to help Bastien unbutton his shirt. ‘Happy birthday,’ she told him softly. ‘Fancy some company in the shower?’
‘Is that my birthday present?’ Bastien asked hopefully.
Lilah stripped off her dress where she stood, reaching round to unhook her bra. ‘No, it’s just a surprise. You’ve been away for three days and I missed you.’
‘Missed you too,’ Bastien groaned, dropping his shirt to reach for her warm slender body. ‘You’ll get your hair wet.’
‘I’ll put it up...’
Lilah moaned under the urgent onslaught of his passionate kiss, sensible matters like her appearance dwindling in importance when it came to reconnecting with Bastien.
‘I told Leo we’d be a while,’ Bastien confessed.
‘Fancied your chances, did you?’
‘Always, hara mou,’ Bastien husked, fighting free of his clothes without once letting go of his wife.
And the passion that never failed to enthral them when they had been apart reigned supreme until they lay in the lazy aftermath, wrapped in each other’s arms and catching up on stray bits of news while simply revelling in being together again.
‘I love you,’ Lilah sighed.
‘I love you more,’ Bastien murmured, ever competitive.
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Stars Collection: Convenient Vows
A Royal Vow of Convenience
The Paternity Claim
The Housekeeper’s Awakening
Sharon Kendrick
Sharon Kendrick
His princess under the covers...
The whirr of helicopter blades announcing the return of her new boss sends Sophie scurrying back to the kitchen. Little does she know that fleeing from royal scrutiny will place her under the devastatingly searing gaze of notorious billionaire Rafe Carter.
Having resisted his cook for days, a secret midnight swim sends Rafe’s senses into overdrive and he can’t resist a taste of the forbidden. But the press descend when Sophie’s identity is shockingly revealed, and Rafe is duty-bound to rescue the beautiful princess...with a convenient vow.
This book is dedicated to my two greatest
achievements—Celia Campbell & Patrick
Kendrick, who are talented, hard-working
and funny.
I’m very proud to be your mum
THE CLATTER WAS deafening as the helicopter descended from a cloudless blue sky, and a nervous bead of sweat trickled down between Sophie’s breasts.
‘He’s here,’ said Andy abruptly as the blades stopped turning. ‘Don’t look so worried, Sophie. Rafe Carter might be the big boss but he doesn’t bite. He just doesn’t suffer fools gladly and as long as you remember that, you’ll be okay. Okay?’
‘Okay,’ Sophie echoed dutifully. But her throat was still tight with tension as Andy left the veranda and ran towards the helicopter where a powerfully built man had just appeared at the open door, raking his fingers through dark and wind-ruffled hair. Pausing briefly to scan the horizon, he shook his head as a busty blonde in a tight blue uniform tried to get his attention, before jumping to the dusty ground, leaving the woman staring after him—her shoulders hunched with dejection.
Another feeling of panic prickled over Sophie’s skin but now it was underpinned with something else. Something which made her pulse start racing as the man stood very still, just staring at the land—his frozen stance drawing attention to his proud profile and the shadowed jut of his jaw.
Even from this distance she could see the hard definition of his body. In an immaculate suit, which hugged his muscular physique, he looked sophisticated and urbane—as out of place in the dusty Outback setting as his expensive helicopter. Everything about him proclaimed the fact that this was the billionaire owner of one of the world’s biggest telecommunications companies, whose enormous cattle station was simply one of his ‘hobbies’. Rafe Carter. Even the name sounded sexy. She’d overheard the other staff talking about him—tantalising snatches of gossip which had made her ears prick up—though she’d been careful not to pry or show her curiosity.
Because Sophie had learnt very quickly that if she wanted to keep her identity secret, it was better to be seen and not heard. To dress demurely and fade into the background. To not ask questions about the man who owned this property and all the land as far as the eye could see. All she knew was that he was rich. Very rich. That he liked planes and art and beautiful women—in addition to a rural Australian life he dipped in and out of as he pleased. Her breasts prickled with an unfamiliar beat of anticipation. She just hadn’t expected him to be quite so...mesmerising.
She watched as Andy moved forward and the two men exchanged a few words of greeting before walking towards the homestead as the helicopter rose back up into the sky. It was hot on the veranda. Even at this early hour the mercury was shooting up the scale. Summer had arrived and sometimes it felt as if she were living in a giant sauna. Her palms were covered in a fine layer of sweat and she rubbed them over her cotton shorts, willing her heart to stop pounding—because surely that would make her unease seem somehow obvious.
She wondered what it was about the arrival of Rafe Carter which made her feel as if her world were about to come tumbling down around her. Fear she would be found out? That he might succeed where everyone else on this cattle station had failed—and work out who she really was? That he would discover the crazy lengths she’d gone to in order to secure herself a place here in the wild peace of the Australian Outback, because she’d wanted to escape from her gilded life and forge a more worthwhile existence? She’d never met him, but it wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility that he’d seen her photograph in a newspaper—because