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light, and the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the yacht. Casey opened her eyes and stretched luxuriously. She smiled widely as she recalled the previous day. She was married. They were on their honeymoon! Life was awesome.
    Her smile widened as she took in the view. From her position in the bed, all she could see were oak-panelled walls, white curtains, and the pure azure of the sky stretching above the Mediterranean Sea. What a perfect way to wake up.
    She stretched some more and reached out a hand to find Alex next to her. He was still asleep, breathing deeply and contentedly—or so it seemed to Casey—and she half turned to drink in the presence of her husband. His dark curly hair was tousled with sleep, and a few locks fell across his forehead and over his closed eyes. He hadn’t bothered to put on pyjamas, allowing Casey to admire his smooth, broad chest. The nobbles of his clavicles jutted out prominently, and Casey swooned. She loved that hint of vulnerability in a big, strong, powerful bloke. One of Alex’s arms was flung back onto the pillow as if to show off the intricate band of tattoo that graced his biceps, and Casey resisted the temptation to touch it. She longed for his arms around her body. Perhaps it was time to finish off what they had left undone last night?
    Muffled sounds from above deck suggested that the crew were up and working. It made sense, Casey mused. The yacht was evidently in motion, and they were probably already on their way to Spain. Barcelona was their next destination, and Casey was looking forward to seeing the Font Màgica and Park Güell. But that would be later that day, or even the next day. They had no fixed schedule, no timetable, and they were taking the stops on their bespoke honeymoon cruise as their mood and the weather moved them. So there was plenty of time for some nuptial nookie.
    She jiggled her body closer to Alex until her nose nearly touched his.
    ‘Alex?’
    An unintelligible grunt rewarded her opening gambit, and she tried again.
    ‘ Mr Morgan, are you awake?’
    Alex peeled open one eye. ‘Not quite.’
    ‘Can you make yourself awake?’
    ‘Do I have to?’
    Casey chuckled. Her newly-baked husband was clearly hung over. ‘We have some unfinished business, remember?’
    Alex opened his other eye. A lazy smile spread across his face.
    ‘I remember. Good morning, Mrs Morgan.’ He reached up and pulled her head to his. His lips pursed in readiness for a kiss, but Casey gave an inadvertent recoil.
    Alex raised his eyebrows. ‘What’s wrong?’
    Casey felt herself blushing and stalling for time. All her amorous inclination had been killed stone-dead with a single whiff of Alex’s morning mouth, but there really was no polite way of saying this to him.
    ‘I need a pee.’
    ‘You need a pee?’
    ‘And I want to brush my teeth.’ Casey found herself gabbling in hopes that Alex would take the hint. ‘I probably reek. All that garlic of yesterday, you know?’
    She looked into Alex’s eyes intently, trying to communicate with him. You reek, darling. It’s all that garlic of yesterday, you know?
    Alex laughed. ‘You do have a touch of bad breath. Go on, I’ll wait for you here.’
    What did he mean, she had bad breath? He had no idea. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t at all good.
    Casey reluctantly rose from the bed. ‘What about you? Don’t you want to…?’ She made a tooth-brushing motion with her hand.
    Alex grinned and ran his tongue over his teeth. ‘Nah. I’m all right.’
    Damn it. Men. Why couldn’t they take a hint?
    ‘Okay. I’ll quickly…’ Casey pointed at the bathroom, then made a dash for it. Her mind was working furiously. How was a wife supposed to handle this delicate situation? There was no way she could kiss him unless he brushed his teeth. It wasn’t that she was overly obsessed with oral hygiene. They had had many a morning love-in before. It was simply that on this particular morning, Alex really, seriously,