Rachel Bailey - MILLION-DOLLAR AMNESIA SCANDAL

She could believe that-if they were together then happiness was inevitable. “Seth, I want you to know your heart will be safe with me, too. I’ll look after it like the treasure it is.”

“I know you will.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him as they headed for the door, toward the rest of their lives.

April felt for the next concrete step up, using only her feet, since her eyes were covered by the hands of the man standing directly behind her.

“One more, and we’re there,” Seth said, his voice low and husky near her ear.

She took the final step and his hands dropped to her waist. As always, her heart soared as she looked out at the lighthouse’s spectacular view of the ocean and night sky. She’d never get enough of this place. Or the man with her. Sighing contentedly, she leaned back into him.

Then she noticed the huge telescope set up a little farther along, almost around the bend of the curving, glassed-in platform. “Oh,” she gasped, and rushed over for a closer look.

She ran a hand down the outside. She had a telescope at home, but this was bigger, more powerful. And being in Queensport, up in an unused lighthouse, she’d see farther than when she was in the city, where the lights and smog interfered with visibility.

“Oh, Seth,” she breathed as she looked at one of the shiny chrome controls.

He moved up behind her again. “Any star girl worth her salt needs a telescope in her own hotel.”

She arched an eyebrow as she turned back to face him. “Our hotel.”

“I signed it over to you.” He smiled indulgently and placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth.

They’d had this discussion several times in the weeks since her concert, but she wasn’t budging on this point. “I’m having that changed to include both our names. It’s a symbol of our relationship. Strong. Permanent. Ours.”

“I think it’s more a symbol of you. Stunning. Resilient. Mine.” A reluctant grin spread across his face. “I guess I just proved your argument.”

Her grin matched his. “You did. It’s ours.”

He silenced further conversation by claiming her mouth, and she moaned as she accepted the kiss, wanting more. Always wanting more.

When the kiss ended, he leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy. “Ours,” he agreed.