A Passionate Reunion In Fiji. Michelle Smart

then Massimo closed his eyes.

      When he next looked at her, the swirling desire had gone.

      He’d shut down again.

      He turned and walked back into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      LIVIA GAZED OUT of the window of the Cessna they’d transferred to after landing at Fiji’s Nadi airport and soaked in the oval-shaped patch of land that rose like a majestic tropical oasis from the South Pacific below. Ringed with golden sand and light turquoise shores that deepened to ultramarine, Seibua Island was far more beautiful and exotic than even its namesake had described.

      Livia had only ever travelled from her Italian homeland to the US; the scents that exploded through her airways when she stepped onto the small airfield were ones she’d never had the pleasure of smelling before.

      She stared up at the rising sun before closing her eyes and savouring the sensation of the most incredible warmth on her skin.

      Then she cast a glance at Massimo to witness his reaction at his first steps on his grandfather’s homeland.

      Far from savouring anything, he’d immediately headed to the waiting golf buggy and was introducing himself to its elderly driver.

      Like Livia, who’d changed into a knee-length red sundress, Massimo had donned summer clothing too, opting for a pair of black canvas shorts and a fitted navy T-shirt with the cover of a hellraising rock band’s album on it. Ever the chameleon, he looked as divine in these casual items as he did in a full dinner jacket but it only made her think that he never looked better than when he wore nothing at all, and she had to push hard to rid her mind of the vivid image of him standing before her naked. It was a battle she’d been losing for the past four hours.

      She forced a smile at the two young men who were removing their luggage from the small plane and loading it onto a second buggy, and walked over to Massimo, who introduced her to the man he employed to run the island for him, first in English then in Italian for her benefit.

      She shook the extended hand from the friendly looking man and carefully said, ‘It is nice to see you.’

      She caught the dart of surprise that flashed in Massimo’s eyes but he said nothing about her attempt at English, indicating only that she should get into the buggy.

      She slid into the back and was relieved when Massimo climbed in the front beside the driver.

      ‘How long until we get to the complex?’ she asked. The island was bigger than she’d envisaged. Naively, she’d imagined something around the size of a small field with a solitary palm tree as a marker.

      ‘Not long. Five or ten minutes.’

      Soon the thick, scented flora they drove through separated and the golden sand she’d seen from the air lay before them, glimmering under the glorious sunshine.

      Stunned, she craned her neck to take in the thatched chalets nestled—but not too closely together—along the length of a high rock formation that ended on the shore of the beach. A long wooden bridge led the eye to a further thatched chalet that appeared to rise out of the ocean itself. On the other side of the thatched cottages and lower down, separated from the beach by a wall, lay the chalet designated for Massimo’s grandfather. Beside it lay a handful of smaller though no less beautiful chalets. To the right of all these dwellings was the centrepiece, the huge, multi-purpose lodge behind which, virtually camouflaged by the coconut palms and other tropical trees and foliage that thrived on the island, were the structures that housed the great kitchens and the island staff’s living quarters. Further to the right, where the beach curved out of sight, were the mangrove saplings, recently planted in their thousands to protect the island from erosion and rising sea levels.

      Everything Massimo had envisaged for the island of his grandfather’s birth had come to life in spectacular fashion.

      The driver stopped in front of the main lodge and said something to Massimo before jumping out.

      Livia’s heart almost dropped to her feet when Massimo followed suit and held his hand out to her.

      Confused at this unexpected gesture, especially since they’d spent the past four hours after she’d inadvertently walked in on him naked ignoring each other’s existence, she stared into the caramel eyes that were fixed on her with an intensity that belied the easy smile playing on his lips.

      A child’s cry rang out and in an instant she understood. Massimo’s family were already there. He was holding his hand out because they must be watching.

      She reached out and wrapped her fingers loosely round the waiting hand.

      At the first touch of her skin to his, her heart flew from her feet to her throat and her fingers reflexively tightened.

      For that one singular moment in time, the world paused on its axis as she stared into his soulful eyes and a rush of helpless longing swept through her, long-buried emotions rising up and clutching her throat.