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THE PLANE THUDDED on the airstrip, waking Dahlia.
Alain was seated next to her. She had looked so peaceful while she slept, and he’d had to resist the urge to wake her with a kiss. “You had a nice nap. Do you always sleep on a plane?”
“When it’s as comfortable as this.” They were taxiing past other private planes on the airstrip.
Since he and Dahlia couldn’t stay to talk with her mother, and they’d both spent time on Malta before, they’d decided to return.
Dahlia stretched like a panther, her glossy black hair flowing around her shoulders. “So, what’s this surprise you have planned this evening?”
Alain took her hand. “I hope you don’t get seasick.”
Her eyes widened with delight. “Are we going out on a boat?”
“My captain brought mine over from Cannes. I thought you might like to
