She was strongly tempted to stay in the large fourposter, but as she stretched with feline grace, she was drawn to the lifegiving warmth of the sun. Her room, at the front of the house, provided her with an uninterrupted view of the terraces that descended to the sea. It was a breathtaking sight, and she sank down onto a bamboo chair, hardly able to believe she could be so happy. After weeks of doubt, worry, and fear, the island was a sanctuary, a quiet cove where she was protected from the whims of Fate by the one person she loved above all else. It was still hard for her to believe that Brent loved her as passionately as she loved him, but a thrill of exhilaration raced through her, swift as lightning, every time she thought of his strong arms or his hot, demanding lips. All at once she had a tremendous desire to be up and about. She rang the bell, then ran to her trunks to look for something to wear. Her head was deep in the largest one when Ana entered with a towel and a basin of water.
