You're the best thing that ever happened to me

Saturday is our golden anniversary, yet our first meeting seems less than the blink of an eye ago, the result of a series of improbable coincidences that still make me smile. Everything that has happened since became inevitable at that moment. I do not believe in fate, divine intervention or love at first sight, but I could make a good case for each phenomena from our lives together.
I would wish for another fifty years together, but it is difficult to imagine being one hundred and twenty-five.
Thank you.

L'envoi

When I retired from the offshore oil industry in 1997 I sought the services of publishers and editors by writing romance as I learned my craft. My first publisher insisted that I write as a woman and Amy Gallow was born. Amy's last book will be released by Whiskey Creek Press in May and I will continue to write under my own name as I explore areas other than romance.
To prove tha I have not entirely abandoned romance, this is an excerpt from "The Sapphire Sea" a tale leading to the final voyage of  a anchor handling/supply boat working in the Timor Sea.

Malcolm woke to the pre-dawn glow from the east and found himself alone in the bed. Tracey was standing naked at the open door leading to the balcony, her raised hands resting on either side of the frame, one foot slightly advanced as if she were about to step outside. She’d raised herself on her toes to peer over the edge of the balcony down into the deserted streets. If Malcolm survived to be old and grey, he was certain that this picture would be as clear in his mind then as it was now.

“Good morning,” he said.

She turned her head to look at him. “It is,” she agreed.

“Come back to bed?” He lifted the sheet to invite her in.

“You’re very ambitious,” she teased. “Wasn’t last night enough?”

“A thousand nights wouldn’t be enough,” he countered chivalrously.

“I won’t ask you to prove that, but the thought is delicious.” She crossed the room and slipped under the bedclothes with him.