IT was the perfect day for a wedding. The sun was shining, with the promise of heat later in the day, but it was early enough that the slight coolness of the dawn still lingered.
At home in England the early flowers of spring would be blooming purple and gold and white, the trees newly covered in soft green foliage. But here in Las Vegas there were only the city streets and the high, high buildings where the glass of thousands of windows glinted in the morning sun.
But she didnât miss the green and the flowers, and colours of home, not for a second. Sheâd found a new home. She wouldnât want to be anywhere but here, right now, in this perfect moment.
Because today was going to be perfect, no matter what the weather or anything else was like. And she was totally, perfectly happy. She couldnât possibly find any space in her heart for any more joy or delight.
Today she was marrying the perfect man, the most wonderful man in the world.
Her mind was still spinning with the unexpectedness, the speed with which it had all happened. Just days beforeânot even a week agoâshe hadnât even known that he existed. And then a chance meeting in a hotel lobby, a dropped handbag, had changed her life for ever. She had crouched down to pick up her belongings and someoneâsome manâhad stopped beside her. A soft, beautifully accented voice had asked if he could help. A strong hand, the skin tanned golden brown, had reached down to her, and she had looked up into the most gorgeous pair of gleaming bronze eyes she had ever seen in all her life.
And lost her heart in the magical space between one beat and the next.
Impossibly, unbelievably, he had felt the same way too. From the moment of that first meeting they had been inseparable. But marriageâ¦
Marriage!
Laughter that was the result of pure happiness bubbled up in her throat then broke on a snatched-in breath as the cab pulled into the kerb and stopped.
She was here. Sheâd reached the little wedding chapel where they were to become man and wife.
It was white-painted and tiny. But, small as it was, it was more than adequate. After all, there would only be the two of them standing in front of the celebrant and the one witness required by law. What else did they need? What else but the love they had discovered so wonderfully, so unexpectedly here in this city so far from their homes?
And he was there.
It was only when she saw the tall, dark, devastating figure of the man she loved that she realised how much she had been holding her breath, never quite believing that it was going to happen. Men like himâbeautiful, powerful, exotic men like himâdidnât marry girls like her. She had been stunned enough that he had wanted her, had fallen into bed with him without even stopping to think if it was wise, so lost in love had she been. She hadnât thought of anything more, hadnât thought of a future then. She hadnât even dreamed of such a possibility. It had been just enough to be with him, to know him, to share his bedâto love him.
The car door was pulled open and he was there, dressed in a loose white shirt, black linen trousers and smiling the smile that had stolen away her heart in the first moment she had seen it.
âYou came.â
âOf course I came.â The laughter and excitement were still a ripple in her voice. âDid you doubt it?â
âNever,â he responded, his own voice low and deep. âNot for a minute.â
Outside on the pavement, she waited while he paid the driver, her feet moving restlessly, almost dancing in her impatience, wanting to hurry, to go insideâto walk down that aisle and start this new stage of her life.
She was getting marriedâ¦
âReady?â he asked and held out his hand.
âReady,â she assured him, putting her own fingers into his.