herself, she was flying back to England on Sunday and as gorgeous as Cole Richardson might be to look at, he wasn’t exactly a master of smooth talk.
‘Forget it,’ Leah said instead. ‘I sat next to him on the plane and his company wasn’t exactly riveting.’
‘Really?’
‘Really,’ Leah groaned. ‘And, believe me, Kathy. Dr Killjoy doesn’t do a thing for me. If I want to feel like a naughty schoolgirl then I’ll go back to school.’
They were at the car now, but the prospect of a night apart from her beloved Dale had Kathy promptly discarding her manners and she jumped in the front with her fiancé, leaving Cole to lower his six-foot-three frame into the rather cramped back seat as Leah sat rigid, pretending to look out of the window.
‘We seem destined to sit next to each other,’ he said with a thin smile, which Leah returned with an equal lack of enthusiasm, determined not to let him glimpse that he was having any effect on her whatsoever.
‘Did you do any nursing up in Queensland?’ Kathy called from the front seat.
‘No.’
‘Saving yourself for good old London?’
‘You said you were a waitress,’ Cole pointed out as Kathy giggled at something Dale said.
‘I was a waitress in Queensland,’ Leah responded through gritted teeth. ‘I wasn’t aware when you asked what I did for a living that you wanted me to reel off my entire résumé.’
‘I didn’t.’ Cole shrugged, ending the uncomfortable conversation. The rest of the journey was spent rolling their eyes in the back as the happy couple giggled and simpered, and only when they pulled up at a smart town house did Leah and Cole let out long sighs of relief now this embarrassing journey was over.
‘Look after him,’ Kathy said, turning her head for the first time away from her fiancé. ‘No wild parties for his last night of freedom, no shaving off his eyebrows or tying him to the boom gates.’
‘I don’t think Cole would be so irresponsible,’ Leah said with a rather tart edge to her voice. ‘You’ve got nothing to worry about, Kathy.’
Heaven knows why, but the child locks were on in the back and they had to sit through a few uncomfortable minutes as the happy couple said goodbye, and even though they’d be seeing each other the next day, one could have been forgiven for thinking Kathy was waving Dale off to war for all the passion and drama as they bade each other farewell. Mind you, not a lot of talking was going on and Leah and Cole politely stared out of the window for the first half of the performance before finally rolling their eyes at each other.
‘Will it never stop?’ Leah whispered, and Cole’s lips twitched into a smile.
‘Get me out of here,’ Cole mumbled as the windows steamed up.
‘Do you want a chocolate?’ Leah giggled, handing him the box he had salvaged for her.
Finally it was over. Dale opened the rear door and Cole and Leah jumped out as Kathy slid over into the driver’s seat.
‘Enjoy your night in the honeymoon suite.’ Dale grinned.
‘I feel so guilty.’ Leah made a token protest. Kathy and Leah were going to be spending the pre-wedding night glamming themselves up in the honeymoon suite. A two-night deal had been part of the package for booking the reception at the grand hotel, but apart from collecting his cases around eleven p.m. on the night of the wedding Dale wasn’t even going to get his toe though the door. Once the happy couple had been safely waved off, Leah had generously been given the run of the honeymoon suite as well as breakfast in bed. The prospect of such a grand ending to her trip after a year sharing dormitories and rooms in youth hostels was a treat indeed. Any attempt at underplaying it soon ended as she started to laugh. ‘Actually, I don’t feel guilty a bit, just wonderfully spoilt and terribly lucky. Is this your and Kathy’s house?’
‘I wish,’ Dale sighed. ‘Ours still only has half a roof. Hopefully a three-month honeymoon in Europe will give the builders time to finish the renovations. Cole offered me his sofa for my last night of freedom.’ His eyes strayed back to the car, lingering on Kathy for a second too long. Simultaneously Cole and Leah snapped into action, determined that the goodbyes had already been said.
‘Isn’t he gorgeous?’ Kathy said dreamily, staring into the rear-view mirror as the car pulled off. And from the tone of her voice Leah knew that this time the conversation had switched to Dale.
‘Hey, if you want to make it up the aisle in one piece tomorrow, I’d suggest you keep your eyes on the road!’ Leah said quickly, ‘But, yes,’ she added, forcing herself not to turn around for one final glimpse. ‘He is gorgeous.’
Only she wasn’t referring to the groom!
As wonderful as backpacking had been for Leah, as emotionally cleansing and spiritually uplifting as it had been, her time drifting through the red centre and up the east coast of Australia had had its downside.
The mortgage on her tiny yet phenomenally expensive London flat had been taken care of, along with the rates and bills. She’d even paid her little sister to come in and do the occasional dust—preferably after the wild parties she was undoubtedly holding there—but something had had to go and her meticulous budgeting had been to the detriment of her beauty routine.
She wasn’t vain or anything, but waxing, manicuring and a six-weekly trim at the hairdresser’s didn’t really get a look in with the rather frugal budget Leah had set herself.
If ever a major repair job was called for, it was now, but thankfully Kathy had the next twenty-four hours planned down to the last detail in the massive bridal folder she had acquired, which she constantly referred to.
‘Bliss,’ Leah sighed.
Trimmed, plucked, waxed and massaged to within an inch of their lives, they sat wrapped in huge fluffy white robes, their toenails separated by wads of cotton wool, sipping on champagne as the room-service waiter cleared away the remains of a sumptuous dinner.
‘I feel like a muddy old car that’s been through a car wash and come out all vacuumed and sparkling. I just hope that I do that gorgeous dress you’ve chosen for me justice tomorrow!’
‘You honestly like it?’ Kathy checked for the hundredth time.
‘Like it? I love it!’ Leah said firmly, and for the first time in bridesmaid history she wasn’t lying. Even though she’d mentally prepared herself to smile and coo at the undoubtedly horrendous creation, thankfully on this occasion it hadn’t been needed. Leah had long since passed the three-times-a-bridesmaid stage and if she’d learnt anything at all from the experiences it was that no amount of grimacing or subtle suggestions was going to change the outcome. She’d been squeezed into more puffballs than she cared to remember but thankfully at last she was going to walk down the aisle in style. ‘Finally a bride with taste!’ Leah added, as Kathy waddled like a penguin with her damp toenails to the wardrobe and pulled the simple lilac velvet dress down from the wardrobe door again.
‘You’re not just saying that so I won’t get upset.’
‘I promise,’ Leah insisted. ‘How could I not like it? There’s not a sequin or a glimmer of diamanté in sight.’
‘And
