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there was some sort of family quarrel years ago, from what she can make out, and the feud’s continued right up until this wedding brought some sort of reconciliation.’

      ‘Oh, right.’ Essie nodded her blonde head and then bent a little closer as the warbling refrains of ‘Love lifted me from depths of woe to endless day’ drowned Janice’s next words.

      ‘What?’ she whispered enquiringly.

      ‘I said, I notice he’s got seated right at the front with the immediate family,’ Janice whispered back meaningfully. And then, at Essie’s puzzled frown she added cryptically, ‘He’s stinking rich.’

      ‘Stinking…?’

      ‘Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?’ Janice murmured softly. ‘Charlie’s parents want to get in with him, now everyone’s chummy again; a millionaire in the family isn’t to be sneezed at.’

      ‘Is he? A millionaire, I mean?’

      ‘Too true.’ Janice sighed longingly, her rosy-cheeked plain face mournful. ‘It’s not fair, is it, that some lucky woman will get all that—wealth, a life of ease and comfort, and Xavier Grey to wake up to in the morning.’

      ‘He might be a real pig when you get to know him,’ Essie said flatly.

      ‘With all that he’s got going for him, I’d excuse him anything.’ Janice grinned back, just as the last note of music died away. The rest of the congregation took a deep reviving breath and savoured the blissful silence for a moment, before shuffling to their feet as the bridal pair emerged from the back of the church, their faces beaming.

      The next hour consisted of endless photographs under the voluptuous blossom of the cherry trees surrounding the square of village green and, although Essie felt a little better in the fresh May air, it was still an effort for her to smile brightly and act normally when her stomach kept growling like a bear with a sore head. But the light spring breeze and soft golden sunshine had cleared her muzzy head by the time the bridesmaids were all back in the second wedding car, being transported to the wedding reception some five miles away.

      There were more photographs in the elegant foyer of the luxurious hotel where the wedding lunch was being held—the foyer had its own miniature waterfall, which the photographers enthused over—but then they were all seated on the top table and Essie could kick off her shoes and relax back in her seat.

      But only for a second. Then her eyes met the piercingly silver-blue gaze she had been avoiding for the last hour and a half, and she realised in that instant that she had been aware of Xavier Grey every moment of the time that had elapsed since that first shock of eye-contact in the church. He’d been watching her, and the quality of his scrutiny hadn’t changed—it was still derisive.

      She stared back over the tables into the hard, aggressively masculine face, her deep violet-blue eyes betraying none of the apprehension and unease which was causing her heart to pound like a drum.

      What was the matter with him? she asked herself as a waiter moved between them, breaking the eye-contact and allowing her to sink back again, her cheeks flushed and hot. He was acting as though he knew her, as though she had done something awful. Had he mistaken her for someone else? Was that it? It was certainly the only explanation that made any sense.

      The meal, in spite of the lavish surroundings, was mediocre, but Essie managed a few mouthfuls of each course—enough not to bring any attention to herself, anyway. She was seated next to the best man, Charlie’s brother, who was married with a very pregnant wife he blatantly adored, and for most of the lunch he regaled her with the intricacies of antenatal classes and the baby books he had read, but in such a purposely amusing way that the two of them were convulsed with laughter every few minutes. And she made absolutely sure she didn’t glance Xavier Grey’s way again. But he was watching her. She just knew it.

      The speeches over, the wedding cake cut and the drinks flowing freely was the signal for the radiant bride and groom to take the floor for the first dance, and Essie found herself misty-eyed at the look on Christine’s face as she gazed up at her new husband.

      She was glad it had worked out for Christine, she thought warmly; she really was. Charlie had had something of a roving eye at veterinary college, and there had been times when Essie had been fearful he was playing fast and loose. But here he was, the devoted bridegroom, and Christine had fulfilled her dearest wish and was now Mrs Brown. A classic happy ending, and you didn’t get too many of those these days. She pushed the somewhat cynical thought aside abruptly, cross that she had let it surface on Christine’s wedding day, and took a long swallow from her glass of tonic water.

      ‘I’d go careful with that, if I were you.’

      The deep, husky and very sexy Canadian drawl brought Essie’s head swinging round and then she froze, the smile dying from her face and her thought processes freezing.

      Close up, Xavier Grey was even bigger than she had thought—six foot two or three easily—but it was the overall hardness of him that had caused her brain to stop. The rugged toughness of the uncompromisingly cold face, the lean, powerful body, the big-muscled shoulders all spoke of a male strength and power that was formidable. He looked hard-bitten and shrewd and unsentimental, and he scared her to death.

      ‘Careful with…?’

      Her echo of his words was spoken unconsciously; all lucid thought was taken up with the frightening giant in front of her. But then, as he nodded again towards the glass in her hand and said, his voice cool and compelling, ‘Shouldn’t you try and remain compos mentis in case Christine needs you?’ she understood what he was insinuating. ‘Champagne is supposed to be sipped, not consumed in great gulps,’ he continued conversationally.

      Champagne? He’d assumed her sensible tonic water was champagne? Essie thought bewilderedly, closely followed with, How dared he anyway? And what was it to do with him if she drank bottles of champagne?

      ‘Look, I’m sorry but—’

      ‘I understand the hen party was a riot—’ the hateful, easy drawl was patronising ‘—but dancing on the table and being carried home from the pub is one thing, the wedding day is another. You were clearly toting the mother and father of a hangover in church; don’t you think you owe it to Christine to conduct yourself properly today?’

      She stared at him, too flabbergasted to speak. It had been Janice who had overimbibed at the hen party the night before and had been carried home; but, as Janice herself had said cheerfully that morning, when they were climbing into their bridesmaid’s dresses, she had a cast-iron stomach and never woke with a hangover. ‘Of course, the parties at college are a good training ground,’ the other girl had admitted brightly, ‘and my evening job at the Sportsman’s Arms helps, too. Still, I’ll have to start watching it, I suppose. I did make something of a spectacle of myself last night, didn’t I?’

      Essie had grinned at the frankly unabashed face in front of her and made some soothing comment—she couldn’t remember what, now. Janice was twenty years old, big, heavy, and not even her mother could have called her pretty, but there was a charm about the utterly unpretentious girl that was very endearing. And she had been comical the night before—hilarious, in fact. But suddenly it all didn’t seem so amusing.

      Xavier Grey was smiling at her now, and his tone was definitely condescending when he added, ‘I understand you’re doing Theatre Studies at college, Janice? You’re hoping to go on the stage?’ His ice-blue eyes lingered on her mass of silky golden curls that would never be restrained, the huge violet-blue eyes with their thick, thick lashes and the perfect creamy skin.

      Essie opened her mouth to tell him of his mistake a second before full realisation hit, turning her eyes dark purple. Xavier had clearly been informed of the antics of the night before by one of his relatives, and when he had seen herself and Janice he had automatically labelled her the giddy college student with the part-time job as a barmaid. And why? Essie stared at the strong-featured, vigorous face in front of her. Because she was the typical male perception of a blonde bimbo, that was why!

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