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do it in front
of an audience.  Was she that good an actress?
    Quickly, before her nervousness became obvious to everyone watching,
she closed her eyes and willed herself to relax as Sloane pulled her into his
arms.  His lips descended on hers and then he captured her lips in a kiss that
was bold and masterful, one that left her in no doubt that he was in charge. 
This was not the chaste kiss she’d expected, a kiss just to satisfy a curious
audience.  He was kissing her like he meant it, like this was for real.
    And to her chagrin, right there in front of the small gathering of
well-wishers, her body began to respond to his domination.  Instantly, her
nipples hardened and her legs grew weak, and all Melanie could do was cling to
the arms that were like steel bands around her.
    When Sloane finally released her lips and lifted his head her eyes
flew open and she found herself staring into his smoldering gray ones.  With
that kiss he’d rocked the ground she’d been standing on, but now she could see
that he’d felt it, too.  He wouldn’t be looking at her this way if he hadn’t.
    And then the minister cleared his throat and the spell was broken. 
    The organist struck the chord for Mendelssohn's Wedding March and as
she walked down the aisle and out of the church, her new husband holding her
hand, she saw her family beaming at her and her mother had tears in her eyes.
    And so it was that she came to the end of step one in her
baby-making plan.  Now it was on to step two.
    But with all her past hang-ups, she just prayed she wouldn’t make a darned
fool of herself in bed.
                                

                   
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    “It’s…beautiful.”  Melanie stood in the middle of the huge and airy
living room and turned around and around, taking in the rustic charm of Ian
Fleming Villa with its furniture made of bamboo and reddish brown mahogany
beams.  An entire wall seemed to have been removed as the room opened out onto
a lush and colorful tropical garden.
    Sloane shoved his hands into his pockets but he was smiling at her. 
“I knew you would.  That’s why I chose this place.  Exotic, comfortable, and
best of all, private.”
    “But…it’s so lovely and yet I’ve never heard of it before.”  Melanie
crossed the room and went to stare past the palm fronds and green leaves of the
almond trees to the brilliant blue sea stretching out before them.  “This is a
part of Jamaica I’ve never seen.”
    Sloane came to stand beside her, taking in the tranquil scene before
them.  “Most visitors hit the popular tourist centers like Montego Bay or Ocho
Rios but that’s not my style.  I go for a more relaxed, personal experience.”
    “And it’s on this property that Ian Fleming created James Bond.” 
Melanie turned toward Sloane.  “That’s what they said when we checked in,
right?”
    He chuckled.  “I see we’re paying attention.  He wrote several of
his James Bond novels right here in Oracabessa, at GoldenEye.  I guess he
bought the place because it stimulated his creativity.”
    Melanie nodded.  “Hey, if I lived in a place like this I’d be
creative, too.  Look at it.  It’s like we found the Garden of Eden.”
    And, looking out onto all that greenery, it made the early morning
flight worth it.
    She’d gotten up at the ungodly hour of four o’clock and met Sloane
at the airport at five.  At first she’d grumbled when he insisted on heading
out that early but now she could see why.  They’d arrived at the villa just
about lunchtime, with lots of daylight left so they could start exploring and
enjoying the island right away.
    She’d been grateful when Sloane told her he would handle the
honeymoon plans.  Her only responsibility, he’d said, was to make sure she’d
planned to take at least five days off from work because it was important that
they used this time to get to know each other.  He was right, of