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in a hurry to be alone with you. Three months is a long

time to wait for what you want.”

Kate flushed and laughed. Moments later she had shed

the lacy white bridal gown and was slipping down the

back way of the hotel in which the reception was being

held.

Marc grasped her hand and they ran to where his car

was secretly parked. Behind them they heard cries of

whooping pursuit, but they were in the car and away

before the guests could catch up with them.

Looking back, she saw Sam waving, and her mother

tearfully smiling. Pallas and Jean-Paul stood, close

together, their hands linked.

“We have both got nice families,” said Marc softly, as the

car left them all behind.

“Yes,” she agreed. “But I know a nicer one!”

He glanced at her, brows lifted.

“The one we’re going to start some day,” she said,

smiling at him.

He drew into the kerb, brakes screeching, and reached

for her. “For that remark, my sweet, you must pay the

forfeit!” he whispered, as his lips reached hers.

And she gladly paid it.