The Final Falcon Says I Do. Lucy Gordon

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      You’re just telling yourself what you want to believe. This is going to devastate her, and it’s your fault, so stop trying to make it easy on yourself.

      As he slipped quietly into the main body of the church he saw the family gathered in the front pews. Travis looked up and gestured for him to approach.

      ‘What’s up?’ he asked as Jackson neared. ‘Where’s the groom?’

      ‘He’s not coming. He changed his mind at the last minute and dashed out of the car. I tried to follow but I lost sight of him.’

      ‘What do you mean?’ demanded Janine. ‘He can’t just dump my daughter with the wedding about to start.’

      ‘I’m afraid that’s what he’s done. It seems he’s always had doubts and suddenly they crushed him.’

      Before anyone could say more the organ burst into the melody of ‘Here Comes The Bride.’

      ‘Oh, no!’ Jackson groaned.

      ‘There they are,’ said Darius. ‘Oh, heavens. What a disaster!’

      Everyone stared to the end of the aisle, where Amos could clearly be seen with Freya on his arm. Jackson cursed himself for his clumsiness. He should have waited outside for the car and told them the truth there. Then Freya could have returned home at once, without having to make the humiliating trip down the aisle.

      He thought of hurrying forward, approaching her now before she came any closer, but she was already in the spotlight. Or at least Amos was. People recognised him. Some waved to him. Some slipped into the aisle to greet him. Jackson had no choice but to wait, suffering agonies of impatience, his eyes fixed on Freya.

      For a moment he almost believed that this was somebody else. The strong, sensible young woman who lived in his mind had vanished, replaced by a girl in a glamorous white satin dress. Her fair hair, normally straight, had been curled into an exotic creation and covered by a lace veil that trailed down almost to the floor.

      There was a glow about her that he’d never seen before. She was smiling as though fate had brought her to a blissful destination. It made her look exactly as a happy bride ought to look, and Jackson closed his eyes, sickened by what was about to happen.

      As they neared him and saw that Jackson was alone, Amos began to frown.

      ‘Where’s the groom?’ he rasped. ‘Why isn’t he with you?’

      ‘Shh!’ Freya silenced him with a finger over her lips. ‘He must have slipped away to the Gents. He’ll be here in a moment.’ She gave Jackson a teasing smile. ‘I expect he had a bit too much to drink last night, didn’t he?’

      Her good nature was almost too much for him to bear. How could Dan not have wanted to marry this sweet creature?

      ‘I’m afraid there’s been a problem,’ he said in a low voice. ‘Dan isn’t here. He’s—he’s not coming.’

      ‘What do you mean?’ Freya asked. ‘Is he ill? Oh, heavens, I must go to him.’

      ‘No, he’s not ill,’ Jackson said. ‘I’m sorry, Freya, but he changed his mind at the last minute. He got out of the car and ran. I don’t even know where he is now.’

      ‘He ran?’ Freya whispered. ‘To get away from me? Oh, no!’ She withdrew her hand from Amos’s arm and faced Jackson. ‘But why?’

      ‘He lost his nerve,’ Jackson said uneasily.

      The words seemed to swirl in Freya’s head, meaningless yet full of monstrous meaning.

      ‘What—what do you mean—lost his nerve?’ she stammered. ‘It doesn’t take nerve to—to—’

      To marry someone you love. The words were on the tip of her tongue, yet some power stopped her from saying them.

      Jackson understood and struggled for an answer.

      ‘It’s a big occasion,’ he managed. ‘Some men can’t cope.’

      But Dan was used to big occasions, and they both knew it. Freya’s look of disbelief told Jackson he’d have to do better than that.

      ‘Why?’ she said fiercely. ‘What really happened?’

      ‘He just—couldn’t cope suddenly.’

      Freya swung away from him, trying to cope with the feelings that stormed through her. Pain, disbelief, disillusion, humiliation all fought for supremacy. Humiliation won.

      Dan had charmed her, filled her grey world with light and made her feel special—the kind of woman that other women envied. Now he was knocking her down in the eyes of the world. She clenched her hands into fists, holding them up against her eyes and emitting a soft groan.

      Behind her Jackson said, ‘Freya—’ reaching out to touch her, but she pulled away.

      ‘I’m all right,’ she said, dropping her hands.

      He didn’t believe it for a moment, but he respected her determination to appear strong.

      Amos was in a stew, growling, ‘Just let me get my hands on him.’

      It was on the tip of Jackson’s tongue to hurl a bitter accusation at his father, telling him how his actions had been the trigger. With a huge effort at control he fought back the words for Freya’s sake.

      A murmur was rising from the congregation as they sensed trouble. The vicar drew close and spoke quietly.

      ‘Perhaps you’d like to come into the back and talk privately?’

      Amos reached out to take Freya’s hand but Jackson was there first, slipping his arm around her and leading her away to where there were no curious eyes. The family followed them.

      When they were safely in the back room Jackson repeated the story, keeping hold of Freya’s hand, feeling the terrible stillness that had settled over her.

      ‘Why did he do it?’ she whispered. ‘What did he say?’

      ‘Only that when he came to the point—he just couldn’t,’ Jackson prevaricated, wishing the earth would swallow him up.

      ‘I’ll kill him,’ Amos muttered.

      ‘Join the queue,’ Travis said. ‘We’ll all enjoy doing that.’

      ‘No,’ Freya said. ‘This is for me to take care of. I must speak to him. I need a phone.’

      ‘Not now,’ Jackson said quickly.

      ‘Yes, now,’ she said.

      Darius produced a cell phone. Freya reached for it but Jackson got there first, seizing her wrist and shaking his head to make his brother back off.

      ‘Let go of me,’ she said. ‘Darius—’

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