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Story: On His Bride's Terms
He kissed her then, and Faye felt an urge to change her mind about staying in Dublin. But she resisted the pull.Hispull. He was scrambling her brain. She needed to reassess what was happening here—because all she could see was Primo.
He pulled back. ‘See you in Boston.’
She opened her eyes. ‘See you in Boston.’
But a few hours later Primo was already texting her.
Faye was in a city centre art gallery, trying to get her mind back into work mode, when her phone vibrated.
She took it out of her bag.
Hi.
Faye rolled her eyes, but even as she did so her heart was beating fast.
Aren’t you in a meeting?
Yes, but I’m bored. We should have stayed at the castle. It was fun.
Faye blushed. Yes, it had been fun.
She realised she was smiling. Because she was having fun now, texting Primo. And she couldn’t seem to care that it shouldn’t befun.
He texted again.
What are you looking at right now?
Faye took a picture of the painting in front of her and sent it.
A couple of seconds later:
Is that upside down or meant to be like that?
Faye let out a burst of spontaneous laughter and then quickly covered it with a cough when a couple of other people in the quiet gallery looked at her.
There was another message.
I have to go to a stuffy dinner tonight. I wish you were here. You’d make it so much more interesting.
Faye’s heart thumped hard. She sent back:
We can’t always get what we want.
Pity!
Faye cursed him, but smiled.
Then she put her phone away, so she wouldn’t see any more cutesy texts from Primo.
She left the gallery and walked down the street, and tried to push out of her mind what he’d said.
We should have stayed at the castle.
She passed a boutique and glanced at it, then stopped as something caught her eye. In the window was a dress. It was short and made out of sequins of different colours, giving it an iridescent quality—golds and silvers and rust colours. Exactly the kind of thing she would normally never go for. Too flashy. Too exposing.
Normally.
Following an urge too strong to ignore, Faye went into the boutique and came out twenty minutes later with a bag and a half-baked audacious idea in her head.
He pulled back. ‘See you in Boston.’
She opened her eyes. ‘See you in Boston.’
But a few hours later Primo was already texting her.
Faye was in a city centre art gallery, trying to get her mind back into work mode, when her phone vibrated.
She took it out of her bag.
Hi.
Faye rolled her eyes, but even as she did so her heart was beating fast.
Aren’t you in a meeting?
Yes, but I’m bored. We should have stayed at the castle. It was fun.
Faye blushed. Yes, it had been fun.
She realised she was smiling. Because she was having fun now, texting Primo. And she couldn’t seem to care that it shouldn’t befun.
He texted again.
What are you looking at right now?
Faye took a picture of the painting in front of her and sent it.
A couple of seconds later:
Is that upside down or meant to be like that?
Faye let out a burst of spontaneous laughter and then quickly covered it with a cough when a couple of other people in the quiet gallery looked at her.
There was another message.
I have to go to a stuffy dinner tonight. I wish you were here. You’d make it so much more interesting.
Faye’s heart thumped hard. She sent back:
We can’t always get what we want.
Pity!
Faye cursed him, but smiled.
Then she put her phone away, so she wouldn’t see any more cutesy texts from Primo.
She left the gallery and walked down the street, and tried to push out of her mind what he’d said.
We should have stayed at the castle.
She passed a boutique and glanced at it, then stopped as something caught her eye. In the window was a dress. It was short and made out of sequins of different colours, giving it an iridescent quality—golds and silvers and rust colours. Exactly the kind of thing she would normally never go for. Too flashy. Too exposing.
Normally.
Following an urge too strong to ignore, Faye went into the boutique and came out twenty minutes later with a bag and a half-baked audacious idea in her head.
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