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СКАЧАТЬ work to do in the morning anyway, and my laptop and files are all set up in there.’

      Of course. Work.

      Just when she was starting to think that Flynn was a little more enthusiastic about this wedding than she’d expected. But no, it was all just the show, the spectacle, still.

      Except that kiss hadn’t felt like a show. It had definitely been a spectacle, but it had felt...real. Tingly.

      But she wasn’t supposed to be getting tingly feelings about this man. Her husband. Stupid as it seemed. She needed to keep this business-like and official until they could sit down and agree a way to get out of it. As she’d told him that morning, this didn’t have to be forever.

      Couldn’t be forever.

      If she didn’t end this early enough, she’d have to tell him everything, sooner or later. Explain why she couldn’t give him all the things he wanted. Had Isabella already realised? Was that why she’d looked so frustrated all day, whenever no one important had been looking?

      The band launched into a repeat of the last verse, and Flynn spun her round with a little more enthusiasm. Not enough to be called abandon, of course. And probably planned ahead of time. But the crowd cheered anyway, and Helena tried to improve her mood with the knowledge that this was nearly all over. Another hour or so and they’d serve the cake and light supper buffet, even though no one could possibly be hungry again after the dinner they’d just eaten—except her. And she still couldn’t eat because of the ridiculous corset.

      Maybe she could smuggle a doggy bag upstairs under her skirts...

      The band came to a triumphant finish and Flynn dipped her low over his arm. Helena’s heel slid against the wooden floor for a second, then held. Heart racing, she looked up into her husband’s eyes and realised her heart wasn’t going to slow down any time soon.

      Polite applause echoed in her ears as Flynn’s smile—a slow private one she wasn’t used to—spread across his face and she realised that she was still half upside down with her hair threatening to break free from its pins.

      Deliberately, he raised her up to standing again, but his arm tight around her waist kept her upright. Her mind spun—from the dance, from the dip, but mostly from the realisation that she’d thought Flynn was about to kiss her again. Had expected it, almost as her due.

      Had wanted it.

      And that was dangerous.

      With a tight smile, she shuffled back out of his arms. Flynn let her go easily and she tried to stamp down the small swell of disappointment she felt at that.

      ‘I think my father has the next dance,’ she said as the band struck up the next tune.

      ‘Of course,’ Flynn replied, still smiling. ‘And who are we to mess with tradition?’

      ‘Who, indeed?’ Helena twirled away, hitching her dress up a little to avoid tripping, and went to find her father. He might not always be her favourite person but he was a great deal safer to be around than her husband right now.

      * * *

      Several hours and considerably more dances later, the evening finally approached its end. Helena had thought about staging a grand departure earlier, but realised that would leave her alone in the bridal suite with her husband and two hundred people downstairs listening for signs of the marriage being consummated.

      So not happening.

      But at midnight the coaches and cars arrived like carriages on the driveway and the staff efficiently and discreetly persuaded everyone out of the door. Most were staying at hotels down in the town where there would be bars they could abuse all they wanted. But not here.

      A few close family and friends of Isabella’s were staying at the villa, but Helena was optimistic they could avoid them tonight. The bridal suite was at one far end of a wing, with her own bedroom, her father’s and Isabella and Ezekiel’s suite between it and the rest of the villa. Zeke and Flynn had been roomed at the other end of the building but maybe she could persuade Flynn to take her old room. She could get someone to move his work stuff over now, while no one was looking. It would be much easier to keep up the illusion that they were actually sharing the bridal suite that way.

      Helena smiled a gracious goodbye at a passing flurry of guests, then moved away to explain her plan to Flynn—only to see him exiting the room behind her father and his. Where were they all going?

      Frowning, she made to follow and find out, but stopped when a hand slipped through the crook of her arm. To the departing guests, it probably looked like a motherly gesture from her new mother-in-law, but Helena knew differently. Isabella had a grip of steel and if she didn’t want Helena going after Flynn she didn’t stand a chance of making it.

      ‘Where are the menfolk off to?’ Helena asked in what she hoped was an unconcerned tone.

      ‘I believe that Ezekiel and Thomas had some details to hammer out with Flynn, after today’s...occurrences.’ Helena had never heard a wedding sound so inconvenient.

      ‘Details? What sort of details?’

      Isabella waved the hand that wasn’t gripping Helena’s arm as if to say it was nothing for Helena to worry her pretty little head about. Except Helena did worry. Would worry. Was currently worrying. Pretty much in every tense—especially since she knew beyond any doubt that the three men would be talking about her.

      No, not just talking about her. Planning her life. Without any input from her.

      ‘Just little things, I’m sure,’ Isabella said lightly. ‘Probably what adjustments need to be made to the original marriage contract, for one.’

      Yeah, because that wasn’t a big thing at all.

      ‘Don’t you think I should be in there for that?’ Helena asked.

      Isabella gave her a disparaging look. ‘I can’t imagine it would make much of a difference.’ Which was, depressingly, very true. But it didn’t mean she wouldn’t like the opportunity to say her part.

      The door had closed behind the men and Helena knew any chance she had of gate-crashing their summit meeting had passed. All she could do now was wait to see what they decided about her future.

      And then choose whether or not she was willing to go along with it.

      She allowed herself a small secret smile. They could plan all they wanted, but they weren’t in charge of her life. Flynn might be her husband, but he didn’t own her. And she hadn’t signed any paperwork promising him anything.

      Her future was her own and she wouldn’t let the men in her life tell her what to do with it.

      ‘I’m going to go up to the bridal suite,’ she told Isabella in a sweet, not-causing-any-trouble-here tone. ‘It is my wedding night, after all.’

      ‘Of course.’ Isabella loosened her hold on Helena’s arm, studying her face. Helena kept her expression bland. ‘I’m sure Flynn won’t keep you waiting too long.’

      Only until tomorrow morning, given the conversation they’d had while they danced. But her mother-in-law didn’t need to know that. ‘Well, I’d better СКАЧАТЬ