A Mediterranean Marriage

‘So if you don’t live here, where are we going?’ Lily prompted, dry-mouthed.

‘I decided to surprise you with a flying visit to the villas built by Harris Travel,’ Rauf responded drily.

Lily blinked and then a startled laugh fell from her lips. ‘Then I’m afraid you’ve got the address wrong. The villas are near Dalyan, which I understand is quite a beauty spot.’

As she came to a halt Rauf closed a hand over hers. Disconcerted by that move, she flexed her fingers in his and then stilled as a sensation of warmth travelled up her arm, making her outrageously aware of him. He drew her on up the long, winding driveway and then came to a halt, releasing her fingers at the same moment. ‘This is the land Brett Gilman bought for a song because nobody else wanted it.’

Closing both of her hands together in front of her, Lily stared at him. ‘It can’t be…for goodness’ sake, this doesn’t even look like a tourist area. I’m telling you this is definitely not where our villas were built—’

‘Since it was my money that financed the project, do you honestly believe I could make such a mistake?’

Lily sucked in a slow, steadying breath of the hot still air and struggled to think straight. ‘You were only a silent partner—’

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