Page 91 of The Tycoon’s Affair: Tempted By Desire

EPILOGUE

T HE PRIEST ’ S EYES widened as he took in the spectacle approaching down the aisle.

There was the slim figure of the bride, dressed from head to toe in white satin and lace, her face obscured by a gauzy veil.

Her arm was tucked into the arm of the young woman who was giving her away.

She was blonde and very pretty, dressed in dusky pink, and—the priest frowned—very familiar.

Because, he realised, he’d watched her come down the aisle dressed as a bride only a few short months before. To stand with the same groom.

The groom now turned to look and the priest could sense his nervous tension. He hadn’t been half as jumpy the last time.

The woman in pink handed the bride over to the groom with a smile and a look that said, Take care of her or I’ll kill you .

But the priest could tell that the groom needed no such warning.

He looked as if he’d kill anyone who dared to come between him and this woman, who was now stepping up to the altar, her hand firmly in his.

But then, before the priest could open his mouth to start the proceedings, the groom lifted the veil from his bride’s radiant face and pushed it over her head, before pulling her close to lower his head and press a kiss to her mouth.

Eventually, after realising that this was the same woman who had so sensationally interrupted the last wedding, the priest coughed loudly. They separated, the bride’s face flushed, her eyes shining.

The priest was feeling rather hot under the collar by now himself, and said testily, ‘If you’re quite ready, shall we proceed?’

They both looked at him and the groom smiled.

‘We’re ready.’

And thankfully, when the moment came for anyone to object, there was nothing but happy silence...

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