Tempestuous Reunion by Lynne Graham

Author:Lynne Graham [Graham, Lynne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780263841077
Google: wrCIAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0373115512
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1991-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

THE heat had reduced Catherine to a somnolent languor. She heard footsteps, recognised them. The cool of a large parasol blocked out the sun and shadowed her. She turned her head, rested her chin on her elbow and watched Luc sink down on the edge of the lounger beside her. In an open-necked short-sleeved white shirt and fitting black jeans that accentuated slim hips and long, lean thighs, he looked stunning enough to stop an avalanche in its tracks. A sun-dazed smile tilted her soft lips. He also looked distinctly short-tempered.

Since wedding fervour had hit Castelleone, the peace, the privacy and the perfect organisation which Luc took for granted had been swept away by a chattering tidal wave of caterers and florists and constantly shrilling phones. Luc's enthusiasm had waned with almost comical speed once he'd realised what throwing a reception for several hundred people entailed.

'I feel like throwing them all out,' he admitted grimly.

'You wanted a big splash,' she reminded him with more truth than tact.

'I thought it was what you expected!' he condemned.

'A couple of witnesses and a bunch of flowers would have done me,' she confided, feeling too warm and lazy to choose her words.

He threw up expressive hands. 'Now she tells me!'

The rattle of ice in glasses interrupted them. Luc leapt up and carefully intercepted Bernardo before he could come any closer. Catherine absorbed this defensive exercise with hidden amusement. Anyone would have been forgiven for thinking that her bare back was the equivalent of indecent exposure. Yesterday, a low-flying light plane had provoked an embargo on topless sunbathing and a no doubt fierce complaint to the local airfield. She wondered why it had taken her all this time to notice just how shockingly old-fashioned Luc could be about some things.

He cast her a sardonic glance. 'I love the way you lie out here as though there's nothing happening.'

'Bernardo knows exactly what he's doing.' With an excess of tact, she did not add that if Luc stopped wading in to interfere and organise, imbuing everyone with the feeling that their very best wasn't good enough, the last-minute arrangements would be proceeding a lot more smoothly. Having given the intimidating impression that he intended to supervise and criticise every little detail, he was not receiving a moment's peace.

Tomorrow, she reflected blissfully. Tomorrow, she would be Luc's wife. The 'died and gone to heaven' sensation embraced her again. Whole days had slid away in a haze of hedonistic pleasure since her arrival in Italy. Never had she enjoyed such utter relaxation and self-indulgence. Her sole contribution to the wedding had been two dress-fittings. Her gown, fashioned of exquisite handmade lace, was gorgeous. It was wonderful what could be achieved at short notice if you had as much money as Luc had.

'Tomorrow, I'll be rich,' she mused absently.

After an arrested pause, Luc flung back his gleaming dark head and roared with laughter. 'You're probably the only woman in the world who would dare to say that to me before the wedding.

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