Holiday With The Best Man. Kate Hardy
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work, work and more work, so he didn’t have the space to think. ‘I don’t cook much nowadays,’ he said.
‘Fair enough.’ To his relief, she didn’t pry.
‘But if you can text me and let me know what time you want to eat tomorrow,’ she added, ‘that would be helpful.’
‘I’ll do that,’ he said. Though it felt weirdly domestic, and it made him antsy enough not to press Grace about the reason why she’d moved to Bella’s flat—just in case she expected him to share about his past, too. The last thing he wanted was for her to start pitying him—the poor widower who’d lost his wife tragically young. Especially because he didn’t deserve the pity. He hadn’t taken enough care of Lyn, and he’d never forgive himself for that.
Grace’s phone pinged. ‘I’m expecting something. Can I be rude and check my phone?’ she asked.
‘Be my guest.’
She glanced at the screen and smiled. ‘Oh, I like this. Today’s Bellagram is the Golden Gate Bridge,’ she said, showing him the photograph of Bella and Hugh posing with the iconic bridge behind them.
‘Bellagram?’ Roland asked, not quite understanding.
‘Postcard. Telegram—the modern version,’ Grace explained. ‘Bella likes puns.’
‘She texts you every day?’
Grace nodded. ‘We always text each other if we’re away, sending a photo of what we’ve been doing. Bella forgot about the time difference for the first one, so it woke me at three in the morning.’ She laughed. ‘But that’s Bella for you. It’s great to know they’re having a good time.’
‘Have you told her about...?’
‘The flood? No. I don’t want her worrying. I just text her back to say I’m glad she’s having fun and I love her,’ Grace said.
Which was pretty much what his own family had done when he and Lyn had sent a couple of brief texts from the rainforest on their honeymoon, purely to stop everyone at home worrying that they’d got lost or been eaten by piranhas. Another surge of guilt flooded through him. He’d taken care of Lyn then. Where had it all gone so wrong?
He was glad when Grace was tactful enough to switch the subject to something neutral and kept the conversation easy.
Though later that evening Roland still couldn’t get her out of his head. He lay awake, watching the sky through the glass ceiling of his bedroom—a ceiling that wasn’t overlooked by anyone or anything—and thinking of her.
What was it about Grace Faraday?
He’d misjudged her completely. Far from being a spoiled, princessy drunk, Grace was a capable and quietly organised woman with good manners. She was a little bit shy, very independent, and nice. Easy to be with.
Which was why he probably ought to find somewhere else for her to stay. Grace Faraday was dangerous to his peace of mind. She was the first woman in a long time to intrigue him. Or attract him. And for someone like her to call off a wedding only three weeks before the ceremony... Something had to have been very wrong indeed. Even though it was none of his business, he couldn’t help wondering. Had she discovered some really serious character flaw in her husband-to-be?
She’d been going to tell him about it, and then they’d been sidetracked. Maybe she’d tell him tomorrow.
And maybe that would be the thing to keep his common sense in place and stop him doing something stupid.
Like acting on the strong pull he felt towards her and actually kissing her.
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