Kate sat, legs outstretched, against the head of the big bed, looking across to the expanse of blue water beyond. “I should go sit on the balcony and enjoy it while I have the chance. But this is pretty comfortable too.” “Plus you might put on more clothes, which would mean I wouldn’t get to see my favorite undies. I think I like those even more now. All I have to do is look at that little pink rose and I’m well and truly on my way.” “And you’re more excited about a hotel room than anyone I’ve ever known,” he added, scooting across to rest his head in her lap. “Not many luxury holidays in your past, I take it.” “No.” She shook her head absently and began to massage his scalp, enjoying the feel of his wavy hair under her fingers. “How about you? I can’t imagine that your mom was able to afford any vacations like this. Not with four kids.” “Nah,” he agreed. “Holiday parks for us. Sweet as, though. We’d go to the Bay of Plenty or the Coromandel, every summer holidays.
