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“Yes, I mean who were you writing to? You were so angry.”
“Yes.” His smile was wry. “I was drafting a letter to my parents and my uncle informing them that I would be marrying under extreme duress.?
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Cassie laughed. “I can’t believe it. You’re so driven by duty and honour.”
“I did not intend to send it.” He could have laughed as he recalled the impertinent tone of the note. “It simply felt better to put the words down. And then I saw you.”
“And then I saw you.”
“And the rest is history.”
“The rest,” he corrected, lifting her hand and kissing it with all the love and respect in his heart, “is the future. Our future.”
“And I think it will be blessed.”
And throughout the Kingdom, and for all time, it was.
Clare Connelly Pairs
Warming the Sheikh’s Bed & Love in the Fast Lane
Clare Connelly
All the characters in this book are fictitious and have no existence outside the author’s imagination. They have no relation to anyone bearing the same name or names and are pure invention.
All rights reserved. The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reprinted by any means without permission of the Author.
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First published 2015
(c) Clare Connelly
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1
It had been three years since she’d seen him, but one thing hadn’t changed.
A single sighting of Leonardo Fontana could still turn her insides to mush. He’d changed so much since the last time she’d seen him. Three year ago, he’d been in a hospital bed, possibly crippled for life, his strong, handsome face bruised, his head bandaged, and his body kept still with casts to allow his bones to heal.
Now? There was no sign that the twenty eight year old had so much as suffered a scratch, let alone been at the centre of a crash that was generally believed to be the worst in professional racing in a decade.
It was as though Aurora was slipping through the silvery threads of time, staring across at the man she’d once loved with all her heart. Though they’d kept their relationship a carefully guarded secret, nothing had been understated about how much they’d loved one another.
