worth it,’ he said simply.
For a moment, Isobel thought he was going to tell her he loved her.
But she knew that Alex didn’t believe in love.
And she didn’t, either. She wasn’t going to let her heart be broken again. He was absolutely right to be practical about this. Deep friendship and spectacular sex were a good basis for a marriage. Something that wouldn’t crumble—unlike love. And if they couldn’t have a family … he’d still be there for her. He wouldn’t walk away.
‘This,’ Alex said after the waitress had brought their tea, ‘is the life.’
Isobel scoffed. ‘You’d far rather be pottering around ruins with a camera and someone who’d talk to you about the history of the place.’
‘Well, yes,’ he admitted. ‘But that’s hardly an option today.’
‘What time do we have to be at the reception?’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you worrying again?’
‘No—just wondering how much free time we have.’
He glanced at his watch. ‘Ages. We don’t have to be there until seven. Which means leaving here about ten to, if you don’t mind walking.’
She smiled. ‘Walking’s fine with me.’
‘Obviously we’ll be expected to dance together, but we can get away with just the traditional first dance if you really hate it.’
The first dance. That feeling of floating on air—and, despite being in a crowded place, there being nobody there except her husband. ‘Just as long as you haven’t picked the same song as I had with Gary.’
‘Hardly. Apart from the fact we’re having a string quartet …’
‘A string quartet?’
He laughed. ‘They’re going to switch halfway through to pop stuff. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance. You didn’t dance at Saskia’s wedding—or Helen’s, or Polly’s.’ Or her own wedding to Gary, now she thought about it.
He shrugged. ‘It’s not something I do very much.’
‘So you can’t dance?’
‘I didn’t say I can’t. Just that I don’t.’ He raised an eyebrow.
‘Worried that I’ll have two left feet and ruin your shoes?’
‘No.’ Yes.
Alex stood up, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. ‘OK. Practice run.’ He held her close, then began to sing a ballad very softly as he danced with her, swaying perfectly in time to the beat.
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