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wall, hung a mirror that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a Renaissance palace. The carpet was snowy white, not a blemish on it, and there was such a thing as embroidered silk wallpaper because she was looking at it. Eli looked from her to the bed and back.
    ‘Suits you,’ he said.
    ‘It’s okay to roll in it, right?’ And then she was on the bed, face down, with her arms flung wide, half-buried in pillows and her hat was on the floor, most likely, and she had her knees bent and her boots were in the air because her boots had buckles, and buckles weren’t welcome on this fabric thank you very much. She sat up abruptly, swung her feet over the edge and leaned forward to unbuckle her boots, smiling up at the ever gorgeous Eli.
    He looked a little perturbed.
    ‘It’s okay, I’ll take the day bed by the window,’ she told him. ‘You’re just going to let me swim in this bed for a while and hug all the pillows as I examine every bit of fabric.’
    ‘Of… course.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I am. You can do that. Nothing weirdly sexy about that at all. Wonder if they have beer?’
    ‘I’m sure they have beer.’ Zoey finished kicking off her boots and slid from the bed, letting her toes curl into that snowy white carpet. She barely managed to contain her appreciative groan. ‘How about I find you the bar fridge, while you pour me some champagne. I’m into exploration.’ She skipped from the bedroom, skirting the sunken lounge area and slid open the louvered doors on the other side of the central suite area.
    Not bar fridge.
    Bathroom.
    Champagne popped as she surveyed the cacophony of marble and mirrors with a spa bath that you had to step up into. Chances were it was going to take a while to fill it, although given the size of the square shower head, maybe not. The towels were white and almost as plush to the touch as the curtains had been. They hadn’t skimped on the fragrant soaps either. Zoey closed her eyes and breathed in deep and finally let the air leave her lungs with a happy sigh. ‘I’m becoming less and less interested in the gaming convention by the minute.’ She opened a bathroom cupboard and found a generous range of face and body creams. ‘I love looking for beer.’
    ‘I’ve found it.’
    ‘Oh.’ Zoey whirled about and shot him a smile. ‘Excellent.’ She joined him by the table and he handed her a tall flute full of champagne. ‘Healer.’ She tilted her flute towards his beer and he clinked it and there was that sweet smile again.
    ‘Fuzzy.’
    She probably would be soon, what with all that champagne. ‘Here’s to our honeymoon.’
    ‘That’s really disturbing.’ But he drank to it anyway and Zoey tried not to get hung up on the place where beer bottle met lips.
    A discreet rap on the door signaled the arrival of their luggage and Zoey beamed as two porters set the bags in the bedroom and silently withdrew. Three rolling suitcases for Zoey, one scuffed olive green canvas carryall for Eli.
    Eli looked at the three big suitcases, opened his mouth and then shut it again without uttering a word. Oh, she liked this man. ‘So what do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?’
    ‘Thought I might go for a swim.’
    To do that she would have to get out of her dress. She didn’t want to get out of her dress just yet. Hard to say whether she could get out of it at all, given that it had taken both her and Sophie’s efforts to get her into it, and the corset beneath. ‘I’m just going to sit here and pretend I’m a countess for a while. Save the swimming for tomorrow. Do you swim every day, Eli?’
    He nodded. Looked around as if searching for escape. Or maybe he was just after privacy.
    ‘Feel free to change into your bathers in the bathroom.’ She picked up a strawberry, perched on the day bed and smiled encouragingly. ‘I’ll be right here.’
    He didn’t look reassured. She watched him retrieve his carryall and shut the bathroom door behind him. Didn’t mean