The Best Man And The Bridesmaid

‘Well—’

‘And are you still married to her?’

‘Of course not.’ He looked hurt at the suggestion. ‘I’m not a bigamist. That’s the great thing about Las Vegas. Married today …’ he clicked his fingers ‘… divorced tomorrow.’

‘Just like that?’

‘Well, very nearly.’ She wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not. On balance she was rather afraid he was telling the truth. ‘Where would you like to get married? We could stop over somewhere exotic and have one of those beach ceremonies. I’ve always rather fancied one of those. What about Bali?’

It was a tough choice. Right now Bali sounded a lot more fun than yellow velvet, but it wasn’t really any contest. The dress, after all, was just for a few hours whereas, unlike Nick, she viewed marriage as a lifetime commitment. ‘I’m allergic to sand,’ she said. ‘And I’m scared of flying.’

‘Are you?’ That seemed to throw him momentarily. ‘A shipboard wedding, then? The ship’s captain doing the honours?’

‘It’s a myth that you can be legally married by the captain of a ship,’ she told him. The joke was beginning to wear very thin. ‘And right now all I’m interested in is going home. Alone.’ She turned and walked out into the street.

He wasn’t that easy to shake off. ‘The streets aren’t safe for a woman on her own,’ he said, following her.

‘Maybe not, but how safe are they with you?’

And this time when he smiled she fancied it was less a sexual display of teeth than genuine good humour. ‘As safe as you want them to be. Scout’s honour,’ he promised.

Before she could tell him that she didn’t believe he had ever been a Scout, he had hailed a passing black cab.

‘Daisy!’ Robert. ‘There you are, sweetheart. I was looking for you. I’m just about ready for the coffee and sandwich you promised,’ he said, taking her arm and smiling cordially at Nick as he opened the taxi door and held it for her while she stepped inside. ‘Thanks for the taxi, Gregson. Black cabs are as rare as hen’s teeth at this time of night.’

And with that he stepped in after her and closed the door, leaving Nick Gregson standing alone on the pavement as they drove away.

CHAPTER THREE (#ua20c5e4c-d201-5326-aad4-dd667287b4b1)

SUNDAY 26 March. Church with family for final reading of the Banns for Michael and Ginny’s wedding and everyone home for lunch afterwards. Mother will be in her element.

Robert offered me a lift. I said I’d rather walk. I do hope he didn’t take me seriously.

‘Daisy?’

She knew it was him as soon as the doorbell rang. Even at the crack of dawn her heart gave one of those painful leaps that betrayed her every time.

She glanced at her watch, yawned, tightened the belt of her dressing gown about her waist. Why was it so much harder to get up in London than in the country? ‘Go away, Robert. It’s the middle of the night.’