The tropical air was full of flowers and spices, while the surroundings were bright with pink hibiscus and lush greenery. On the white sandy beach, coconut palms rustled faintly in the breeze. Grace had never visited Fiji before, but she was a fan, especially now that her fiancé stood at her side. He’d flown directly from wherever he’d been, meeting her and their friends at the hotel yesterday.
After her last wedding drama, she’d worried Cullen might not arrive, but he’d tapped on their bedroom door last night looking tired but healthy and happy. Her body tingled with the residual aches of lovemaking. She’d missed Cullen so much during their months of separation, but Cullen’s friends had helped to keep her sanity intact.
And now he was here.
He stood beside her, beneath a flower-bedecke
