Family Secrets: Books 5-8 by Virginia Kantra

Author:Virginia Kantra
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2007-09-16T04:00:00+00:00

When the boat stopped rocking enough that she no longer needed to grip the rim of the dashboard in white-knuckled hands, Honey planted those hands on her hips and let her gaze roll over the coastline. Brunhia was not even remotely what she had expected. She did not spy anything resembling a hot European lover moving along the rugged beach.

What had gotten into Marcus anyway? Why in the world would he choose to get married here? Maybe it had something to do with the new voodoo-gened siblings hed found.

Getting here had been an exercise in the damned-near-impossible, she thought. Shed flown into Lisbon last night and had caught a shuttle flight into Portimao. From there everything had gone to hell in awell, a sea skiff. This little guy, Amando, had come to the hotel looking for her at six-thirty this morning. An hour lateran hour that shed had to beg forhed tossed her luggage into his boat to bring her to Marcuss hideaway.

The ride had turned out to be a kick though. Halfway into the three-mile span of gulf that separated Brunhia from the mainland, shed convinced Amando to let her take the wheel. Hed kept his hands on it along with hers, of course, especially as theyd gotten closer to the island. Rocha! Rocha! hed yelled. Rock! Rock! Shed managed to miss them and a few sandbars and shoals as well. When theyd gotten clear of the worst of it, hed let go of the wheel to cheer.

The boat finally bobbed to something close to a standstill in the current and Honey turned on one hip to grin at Amando. Thanks. That was a great time.

You are very bonito. How I say no?

His English was choppy but she caught his meaning. Beautiful? Her nose was a tad too long and shed spent twenty-three years aching for straight hair, but shed take the compliment. Thanks.

No one ever my boat ride say great!

No one likes your boat ride? Then they need to lighten up. Which brings to mind a question.

Voce esta pensando de umo pergunta?

Whoa. Hold the thought, amigo. She dug her English-Portuguese dictionary out of the back pocket of her favorite vermilion shorts. For the first time in her life, she blessed the Spanish classes she was forced to take in high school. Though Portuguese was a bit different, it was essentially close. Say again?

Amando repeated himself and she flipped pages.

Ah, gotcha. Yes, I am thinking of a question. She flipped more pages until she thought she had the translation straight to get her point across. With any luck, she wasnt asking for cheese on the moon. O que esta la fazer ao vedor para o divertimento aqui? What is there to do for fun around here?

The senhora would like fun?

Fun! Yes! Fun!

He began laughing so hard it was entirely possible he might wet his pants. The concept of fun on Brunhia was apparently hysterical.

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