As Reagan and Lucas sat in front of a roaring fire later that evening in the brand new bungalow Lucas had built on the island, she was still at a loss for words.
“I just can’t,” she said as she sipped her hot chocolate. “I can’t find the words to tell you how much this means to me.” Lucas grinned and put down his mug. With a sexy smile, he said, “Maybe you can show me.”
Reagan didn’t waste any time putting her mug down too. They had both been holding back on the plane and the boat…waiting until the moment was just right. She stood up and went over and stood in front of him. He smiled up at her and said, “Are you ready to make love to your husband Mrs. Ferris, and then tomorrow we can go out exploring.”
Instead of answering him with words Reagan took his hands in hers and brought them up
