Paradise [antikvár]

Chapter 1Early morning, Santa Monica. Angel Summer was still half asleep. In the distance she could hear the waves of the Pacific Ocean breaking against the shore, the new wake up call in her life. She stretched out her arm expecting to find Ethan next to her, but his side of the bed was empty. He must have already left for training. She would just go back to sleep for five more minutes . . .But then Ethan's LA drawl cut across her thoughts: 'Happy anniversary, sleepy head.'Angel opened her eyes and looked straight into the bluer-than-blue eyes of Ethan Turner, star baseball player of the Los Angeles Dodgers and her lover for the last six months. She was puzzled by his declaration, though. Was she missing something? She wasn't aware of any anniversary.She sat up, pulling the duvet round her. Long white-blonde hair, tousled from sleep, cascaded down her golden-brown back. And that's when she saw that all around the bed were arranged beautiful bouquets of flowers: ice-white roses, delicate pale pink peonies, and dramatic crimson Oriental lilies. The bedroom now resembled a florist's!'What's all this for?' she asked in surprise.'It's the anniversary of me first seeing you in Chateau