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already planned not to act as if they knew each other, Daniel shaking Vince’s hand as though they’d just met. Brad did likewise after winking slyly at both of them.

      As they turned together to face the stained-glass doors, the music suddenly changed from the softly romantic number currently being piped into the room to the more robust and stirring Wedding March.

      Charlotte, it seemed, was not going to be late.

      The stained-glass doors were flung open and a hush came over the guests as necks craned to get a view of the bride.

      Daniel felt his chest tighten.

      But it was the bridesmaid who appeared first, walking slowly along the red carpet. Louise, he presumed.

      Tall and slender, she was elegantly gowned in a strapless blue dress that draped around her bust then fell in soft Grecian folds to the floor. Her hair, which was almost as red as her bouquet, was straight and sleek, and swung around her face as she walked. Her face was equally angular, but her mouth was full and sultry. Her eyes, which were possibly set too close for real beauty, were, nevertheless, striking in their blueness. Or was it their boldness?

      Daniel concluded rightly that Louise would be a handful for any man. Brad had his work cut out for him if he was to succeed in his goal to marry her.

      ‘Wow,’ Brad enthused by Daniel’s side. ‘See what I mean? She’s hot, man.’

      As she drew closer, those bold blue eyes narrowed on Daniel in an assessing fashion, making him squirm a little.

      Poor Brad. This female would run rings around him.

      ‘Mmm,’ she murmured in an unnervingly droll fashion when she was close enough for him to hear. ‘I see what Charlotte means.’

      Daniel would have liked to ask her what that meant, but this was hardly the time or the place. Later, maybe. Instead, he plastered a cool smile on his face and said a soft hello.

      She gave him a killer look in return, then turned a full-wattage smile Brad’s way.

      ‘You look gorgeous, lover,’ she whispered to Brad, before taking her place on the other side of Daniel, leaving plenty of room for Charlotte.

      Daniel’s focus returned to the entrance to the conservatory, where he could see a cloud of white in the dimmer light just beyond the open doors.

      The bride, waiting to make her entry.

      Daniel’s throat suddenly went bone-dry. He swallowed, then swallowed again. Was Charlotte as nervous as he was? Was that why she was taking so long to appear?

      ‘What’s she doing?’ he whispered over to the redhead.

      ‘Taking off the small face veil, I think. She thought it didn’t look right with her new hairdo.’

      The words ‘new hairdo’ barely registered before the cloud of white came into focus and Daniel was confronted by a Charlotte he could never have envisaged.

      If his throat had been dry before, it felt like parchment now.

      She wasn’t just beautiful. She was devastatingly beautiful. A fairy-tale princess of a bride in a dress designed to make any husband-to-be go ga-ga.

      Daniel complied with a raw rush of desire.

      Like Louise’s, Charlotte’s gown was strapless, but, where her friend’s bodice was draped, this one was smooth and tight, bolstering up Charlotte’s already impressive breasts whilst constricting her waist into hand-spanning size. The skirt, by contrast, was full and frothy, brushing against her father’s legs as he accompanied her down the red carpet.

      But her crowning glory was her hair.

      Gone was the long, straight curtain of blonde hair, replaced by soft, glossy, shoulder-length waves in a glorious dark brown that glinted red when the light hit it. The rich walnut shade was a perfect foil for the dazzling whiteness of the dress and the honey-coloured skin of her bare shoulders and arms. Framing her striking face and hair was a short but very feminine veil, which was anchored on top of her head by an exquisite tiara decorated with diamante ´s and pearls. She wore no jewellery around her elegant throat. She didn’t need any.

      The sight of her literally took Daniel’s breath away.

      He was barely aware of the camera flashes going off, or the video man off to one side filming everything. His eyes were riveted on his bride, his heart pounding in a way it hadn’t pounded in his entire life.

      CHAPTER NINE

      A WAVE of emotional confusion swamped Charlotte as she started to walk down that red carpet on her father’s arm, her eyes dropping agitatedly to the bouquet she was holding.

      Was she happy or sad? Regretful or resentful? Nervous or excited?

      All of those things, she realised.

      Happy that her hair had turned out brilliantly. But sad that she’d spent so long as a blonde, trying to please Gary. Regretful that she was wasting so much of her dad’s money today, and resentful that Gary didn’t give a damn. Nervous over pretending to marry Daniel, but also appallingly excited.

      All day, one overriding thought had dominated Charlotte’s mind.

      Tonight.

      Difficult to think of anything else.

      Was Daniel as excited as she was?

      Her eyes lifted at last to look at him.

      Her step faltered. Her heart as well.

      Had there ever been a more handsome groom?

      People said brides always looked beautiful in their wedding dresses, even the plain ones. But the same could be said for grooms, in Charlotte’s opinion. There was something about a tuxedo which made the most of any man. It gave him stature, and styling, and sophistication.

      Daniel had been handsome in a business suit and impossibly sexy in jeans. In the elegant black tuxedo he was wearing today, he was so handsome and sexy, it was criminal.

      Just looking at him was a turn-on. Being with him was going to be incredible. She could feel it in every fibre of her being.

      Her resolve not to take him with her to the Hunter Valley tomorrow immediately went a bit wobbly. If the earth moved in Daniel’s arms tonight, how could she possibly give him up after just one night?

      But if she prolonged their affair, wouldn’t that make losing him later on all the more terrible? And wasn’t she just making the same mistake again, going from one relationship disaster to another, this time in a shockingly short space of time? After Dwayne it had at least been a few weeks before she met Gary. It had been less than two days since Gary had jilted her.

      ‘Are you all right, love?’

      Charlotte’s head turned slowly to find her father frowning at her.

      It was a defining moment for Charlotte, a moment when she realised she was sick and tired of fighting her feelings for Daniel.

      She wanted to be with him. OK, so they might only have a few days together. But those few days would probably be better than a lifetime with another man.

      ‘Yes, Dad,’ she said, resigning herself to the fact she was setting herself up for some serious heartbreak this time. But what she felt was too powerful to ignore.

      ‘I’m fine,’ she added. And forced a smile to her mouth.

      Her smile reassured Daniel. Till he saw her eyes.

      There was sadness in her eyes.

      Was she wishing it were Gary standing here, waiting to marry her?

      Surely not. She didn’t love Gary any more than Gary had loved her.

      Daniel supposed that might be what was making her sad, her having been so mistaken, not only about Gary’s feelings but also her own. No one liked to feel a fool.

      Did

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