Sail Away

Sail Away
Kathleen Korbel

A DREAM COME TRUE…He had a face a woman wouldn't easily forget, yet the rugged stranger Lilly Kokoa encountered while sailing the untamed sea had no memory of his past. And this mesmerizing man needed her - as no other man ever had before… . Sweet Lilly wasn't the kind to turn away a soul - especially one as irresistible as the handsome drifter.Then, as they ran from danger, Lilly found herself being protected by his powerful embrace. But once the threat they faced was over, would her handsome lover be able to look past Lilly's plain-Jane appearance and see her beauty within?

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Lilly The Plain One. Lilly The Brain.

Lilly, who had far too much pragmatism to court dreams of wonder. And here she was, tormenting herself with the touch and smell and sound of the very kind of man she’d built those walls to protect herself against.

Pretty girls could expect to see an answering spark in the eyes of a man like Ethan. Lovely women with deep, melting eyes and the kind of figure that seemed poured over a perfect frame and set to movement with the wind.

Lilly hadn’t been poured. She’d been built.

Thank heavens his eyes were closed again.

That way he couldn’t see the tears that wouldn’t dissipate. This was so stupid, Lilly thought. She knew better. She’d known so much better her whole life that she’d structured everything so she wouldn’t even be tempted.

Tempted to fall in love with a man she could never have....

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Sail Away

Kathleen Korbel

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

KATHLEEN KORBEL

lives in St. Louis with her husband and two children. She devotes her time to enjoying her family, writing, avoiding anyone who tries to explain the intricacies of the computer and searching for the fabled housecleaning fairies. She’s had her best luck with her writing—from which she’s garnered a Romantic Times Magazine award for Best New Category Author of 1987, the 1990 Romance Writers of America RITA Award for Best Romantic Suspense and the 1990 and 1992 RITA Awards for Best Long Category Romance—and with her family, without whom she couldn’t have managed any of the rest. She hasn’t given up on those fairies, though.

To Jill Marie Landis, Mahalo nui

And to Ethan.

Thanks for going through all this

to make me feel better.

Prologue

Noah Campbell was ready for a hot bath. He’d just spent the past four days convincing a large herd of cattle that they really did want to head up to higher pastures, and he was exhausted. He was also filthy, bruised, battered, and happy as hell to be home.

“This sure ain’t Hollywood, is it, boss?” his foreman asked as they guided their weary mounts across the Bitter River.

Lifting his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Noah grinned like a kid. “Thank God for small favors.”

Not that Noah minded his other job in Hollywood. After all, being the world’s number-one box-office draw under the name of Cameron Ross provided him with the cash to run his ranch the way he wanted. Heck, it had provided him with the ranch in the first place. But it also made it tough to escape to his real home without hordes of paparazzi trailing him.

To that end, he’d sent his cousin Ethan in the opposite direction the way he always did, so the press, long since taught to see the movie star Cameron Ross in Ethan Campbell’s similarly rugged features, would follow and record. Noah, slouched in his saddle with a four-day growth of beard and an urgent need of a bath, could relax.

“When you due back?” Hank asked.

“Beginning of next week. After I take Dulcy to the doctor’s.”

Dulcy. His wife of eight months, who was even now eight months pregnant, tied to the house and testy as a mare with a burr under her saddle. Until the last month, Dulcy had run the ranch single-handed. She still wasn’t happy about not being allowed to join in the drive, but the doctor had been adamant. Whether Dulcy liked it or not, neither her physician nor her husband was going to let her wrangle cattle up in the high mountain meadows when she could barely fit in her saddle.

Which was why Noah wasn’t surprised to see her standing out in the yard waiting for him to show up. Tiny, redheaded, round as a watermelon. Hand to eyes to shade them against the setting sun. Noah waved and kicked his gelding into a canter. Dulcy waved back, something in her hand, and began walking forward.

Walking fast, her movements taut and aggressive.

Noah hadn’t been married long, but he’d been married long enough to know what that posture meant. Something was wrong. Without even realizing it, he nudged his horse into a dead run.

“What’s the matter?” he asked as he skidded to a stop and swung down.

Dulcy had a death’s grip on a newspaper. Her face was screwed up in worry, and her hand was at her belly.

Noah grabbed her. “Dulcy? What is it?”

She handed over the paper. “We were just headed up to find you,” she said. “I think you’d better read this.”

Noah didn’t have to read more than the headlines. “Oh, God. I have to go.”

“We have to go,” she said simply.