If The Ring Fits...: Ballroom to Bride and Groom / A Bride for the Maverick Millionaire / Promoted: Secretary to Bride!. Kate Hardy
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you.’ She bit into the confectionery. The rush from the sugar and the cocoa felt good.
He took over making the coffee. ‘Better?’ he asked, handing her a mug of coffee.
‘Yes,’ she lied.
‘So are you going to tell me?’
She dragged into a breath. ‘I know you’ve been working really hard on the choreography, and I’m being ungrateful, but I …’ She shook her head. ‘I’m sorry. I just can’t dance to that song.’
‘It brings back bad memories for you?’ he guessed.
‘Not bad memories, exactly.’ She grimaced. ‘It’s something that never happened.’
He frowned. ‘I’m not with you.’
She lifted her chin. ‘If I tell you, I don’t want you to treat me any differently. No pity, no condescension, no cotton wool. OK?’
Liam knew exactly where she was coming from. After the accident, pity was all he’d faced. He’d been at screaming point. And then, when Bianca left him, there had been more and more of the same. People seemed to stop seeing him for himself; it was as if he’d had the word ‘victim’ tattooed across his forehead.
‘OK. It’s a deal,’ he promised, knowing already what she was going to tell him. That she’d been dumped. And somehow he’d have to find some words to bolster her.
‘Today’s my wedding day.’
Her wedding day? Now that he hadn’t expected. The gossip rag hadn’t said that her engagement had ended only a few days before she was supposed to get married—just that Harry had broken up with her and gone off with someone else.
Liam stared at her in shock. He’d had no idea that she’d been coping with this much of a mess.
‘Well, it was going to be my wedding day,’ she amended, ‘until last week.’
Liam still didn’t have a clue what to say. And that only added to the guilt he felt about not comforting her earlier.
‘And this—’ she lifted her chin and treated him to her brightest smile, which he knew now was a sure sign that her heart was breaking ‘—this was going to be the song for the first dance.’
‘I’m sorry. If I’d known, I would’ve picked something different.’
‘I should’ve said something. Except it wasn’t on the list of songs you sent me, so I assumed it wasn’t one you were thinking about using.’ She lifted one shoulder. ‘I didn’t want to tell you before because—well, I didn’t want you to start pitying me. I don’t want to be this pathetic, needy creature.’
‘I know where you’re coming from. And you’re not pathetic.’ Needy, yes. But who was he to judge? ‘I saw the stuff in the paper. But I had no idea he’d called it off this close to the wedding. That’s rough on you.’
‘It could have been worse. He could have just not turned up at the church today. At least he told me himself and he didn’t leave it up to his best man or what have you to do the deed.’
Though Harry hadn’t spared her those terrible photographs in the gossip rags, Liam thought. The photographs of Polly with empty eyes, looking as if her world had ended.
‘Or, worse still, he could have married me today and then realised it was a mistake, so we would’ve had a legal mess to sort out as well as an emotional one.’
Yeah. Liam knew all about that one. Been there, done that, got the rights to the merchandising.
And she must really, really love the guy if she could come up with all these excuses for his behaviour when he’d clearly hurt her so badly.
‘There’s an awful lot to sort out if you cancel something at the last minute,’ Liam said. ‘I hope he was the one who had to ring up and cancel everything.’
She shook her head. ‘No, that was my job.’
Liam whistled. The guy had called it off, but he’d still made Polly pick up all the pieces? ‘What a selfish …’ The curse slipped out before he could stop it.
‘It’s not like that. Harry’s a creative.’
‘He’s a what?’ This was like no excuse Liam had ever heard before.
‘He produces TV programmes. He’s great at putting things together and seeing where the real story is behind things, but he’s really not very good at organising things outside a TV studio. So if I sort it out, at least I know it’s done and nothing’s been forgotten.’ She shrugged. ‘Anyway, I was the one who organised the wedding, so I had all the contacts. It was much easier for me to be the one to cancel things.’
She was underplaying it, Liam knew. Because Harry had left her to make all the explanations as well as cancel all the arrangements.
‘It’s still unfair that he left it to you to sort everything out. And to tell everyone.’
‘If I’d left it to him, Liam, he wouldn’t have done it. Someone else would’ve had to do it,’ she said quietly.
The penny dropped: Harry would’ve talked his new girl into sorting things out for him. Cancelling the wedding to her predecessor. Liam winced. ‘Oh, Pol.’
‘No pity. You promised,’ she reminded him.
‘No. But I don’t get why he’d do that to you.’
She sighed. ‘He couldn’t help falling in love with someone else. He hated himself for breaking up with me. But he couldn’t live a lie. We would both have ended up being miserable.’
‘Are you telling me you’re still friends?’ Liam couldn’t keep the note of disbelief from his voice.
‘Not right now, no. But one day, we will be. We were friends before we got engaged. Good friends. We liked each other.’ She swallowed hard. ‘I thought that would make the difference and would mean that our marriage would last, because we had more than just some kind of fleeting passion. Except …’ She shrugged. ‘That wasn’t what he wanted in the end. He wanted the kaboom.’
He didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. ‘What’s the kaboom?’
‘Harry says it’s like fireworks going off in your head when you meet the right one.’
‘Hmm.’ Liam couldn’t remember now if he’d had fireworks in his head with Bianca. Everything that came afterwards had kind of wiped that out. ‘So is that why you’re not working on Monday Mash-up any more?’
She nodded. ‘I resigned. I couldn’t face it.’
‘Seeing him every day, you mean?’
‘No.’ She coughed. ‘Seeing the producer’s new assistant.’
Liam made the connection instantly. ‘Surely she should’ve been the one to go, not you?’
‘It was easier for everyone this way. It was my choice to leave.’
‘Constructive dismissal, my brother would say—he’s a lawyer,’ Liam added. He remembered she’d said something about a new flat. Clearly she’d been living with Harry, before. ‘So you were forced out of your engagement, your home and your job, all at the same time.’ Pretty much how he’d been. Except he’d lost his marriage, his flat and his career because of a road accident, not someone else’s selfishness.
She shrugged. ‘It’s character-building. Don’t they say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger?’
Yeah. He knew all about that.
She pinned a huge smile to her face. ‘Anyway, I’m fine now. Thanks for the break. And for—well, for being kind. I didn’t expect that.’
‘I’m