Beauty and the Brit by Poppy St. James

CAMRYN

“Cheers,” Sterling says, raising his glass to mine.

“To?” I clink my champagne flute against his, watching the wind tousle his hair that’s grown too long on top.

“To being newlyweds, and millionaires,” he suggests.

“That’s a good one.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

It’s crazy how much my life has changed. I’m now Mrs. Camryn Quinn, and my sexy new husband and I are enjoying a month-long honeymoon on a private yacht in the Mediterranean.

I may have thrown him for a loop, planning a wedding and not telling him, but after coming home from Vegas, we set about planning our honeymoon and attended to some personal affairs. Sterling got his mom situated in an amazing community with the best doctors anywhere. She has her own apartment with a little garden in the back, where she spends most of her time. We visit her every weekend, and sometimes meet up with her for dinner during the week too.

With my bonus, I was able to pay off the credit-card debt that had haunted me. It was important to me that I use my own money, from my job, rather than because I was lucky enough to marry a millionaire. Though admitting to Sterling that the debt was due to my ex was almost more embarrassing than him assuming I’ve made poor decisions. As I suspected, he never judged me, though he did want to hunt down David and kick his butt.

Sterling reaches over and gently caresses my bare shoulder. I’m wearing only a bikini, which has practically been a uniform this trip.

I can see the look of raw hunger in his eyes, and I smile at him. Most of our days have been like this. Filled with sun and sea and flirting and lots of lovemaking.

“Let’s go below deck,” he suggests with a heated look.

I chuckle. “Maybe later, lover boy. It looks like we’re headed to that marina.”

Sterling’s gaze swings portside. “Brilliant. We’re here.”

“Where?” I ask. The green hillside is still a mile away, and the few buildings I barely make out in the port are minuscule.

“Italy.”

Happy tears fill my eyes as I realize this amazing man has made all of my dreams come true.

If someone told me six months ago that I’d be married, I would have laughed. If they told me it was to the cocky player, Sterling Quinn, I would have punched them in the nose.

Of all the unlikely scenarios I could have imagined, this was never one of them. And yet everything has unfolded naturally between us. Despite all the chaos and drama the impending inheritance brought us, everything clicked between us right from the very start.

I guess sometimes things are just meant to be.