television…in glossy magazines. Nor was it easy knowing they lived in the same city in another part of the country. Thankfully with her jet-setting around the world as a supermodel, and him with his law practice, Melbourne was big enough for the two of them not to run into each other.
“Ric, do you take Kimberley for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort and…”
But now, seeing Briana in the flesh again—her oh-so-delicious flesh—reminded him why he’d inveigled an invitation to the Blackstone Jewellery launch here in Sydney last Friday and flown up from Melbourne. And why he was glad he’d accepted Kim’s invitation today. Being a Hammond at a Blackstone wedding was never going to be easy, but with Briana here, the day suddenly seemed full of sensual possibilities, despite the presence of millionaire Jake Vance, who once again partnered her.
“Kimberley, do you take Ric for your lawful wedded husband, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort and…”
Jarrod’s mouth tightened as he looked at the man sitting beside Briana. The pair had been photographed together in the Melbourne papers at the St. Valentine’s Day races a few weeks ago. And again last Friday at the jewelry launch. Were the two of them lovers? Probably, he decided, not pleased by the burst of irrational jealousy he felt at the thought of her in the other man’s bed.
“May this ring be blessed so that he who gives it…” the woman continued.
Dammit, was he being a glutton for punishment by going after her? Hadn’t he already made his decision to bed her? A decision based on wanting to find out all he could about her sister for his brother’s sake. He’d seen Matt only two weeks ago and had been shocked at how worn and bitter he’d become. Jarrod and Matt may have been adopted, but they were closer than blood brothers, and he’d do everything in his power to make sure Matt found some inner peace—no matter what it took.
Or whom.
But he couldn’t blame his brother for being bitter when his wife, Marise, had died from injuries sustained in a plane crash almost two months ago, along with Howard Blackstone and four others. It had conjured up a myriad of questions: questions that no one had any answers to, except maybe Briana Davenport.
“Wear it as a symbol of love and commitment…”
Surely Briana knew why her sister had been on Howard’s plane before it crashed. And she knew if her own sister was having an affair with Howard, the enemy of the Hammond family ever since his greed parted the two family factions many years ago. She just wasn’t saying.
And then there’d been the shock of Marise having been named as a beneficiary in Howard’s will. A seven-sum figure and the Blackstone jewelry collection was a considerable inheritance for a young mistress. And that begged the question as to whether Blake was really Howard’s son and not Matt’s. Blake certainly had the same dark hair as Howard, unlike Matt’s sandy-blond head. It made Jarrod sick to his stomach to think about it.
“You may now seal the promises you have made with each other with a kiss.”
Dammit, the Blackstones had caused enough pain for his family. His parents would be devastated if they found out that Blake was not their grandson, but their great-nephew, instead. Not that it would make any difference to the way they felt about the child. They’d proven that by adopting him and Matt all those years ago. As for Matt and how he would feel about Blake not being his own…
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Ricardo Perrini.”
Just then, as if his angry thoughts had drawn Briana’s blue eyes back to him, Jarrod held her gaze among the clapping and the cheers, and let her know with a look what he had decided. She was the woman he wanted.
She was the woman he would have.
While she was waiting to be seated for the wedding feast, Briana sipped champagne and listened with delight as the beaming and slender Jessica Cotter talked about her newly announced pregnancy. They’d spoken last Friday night at the jewelry launch, but it had been a busy night for both of them and their chat had only been brief. Now it was great to be able to catch up with each other.
“Ryan’s thrilled,” Jessica said, sending the man in question an adoring look across the deck where he stood talking to his just-married sister, Kim.
And the ruthless and handsome Ryan Blackstone smiled back. A warm, love-filled look that was meant for one woman and one woman only—his fiancée.
“You’re one very lucky woman, Jess,” Briana said with a smile, envious of Jessica’s happiness but so very pleased for her.
“I know,” Jessica said, grinning. Then her gaze slid to the woman standing next to Ryan, brother and sister clearly both Blackstones. “And doesn’t Kim look absolutely gorgeous? That white gown is exquisite, but with her dark hair and green eyes, she looks stunning.”
Briana’s gaze slid over Kimberley Blackstone, now Kimberley Perrini, who wore an elegant couture wedding dress. “I’ve got to agree. She’s stunning.”
“I bet Ric thinks so, too.” Jessica gave a dreamy sigh. “This must be so different from the first time they were married in Las Vegas. It just goes to prove that divorce isn’t always final.”
“I guess it all depends on the couple,” Briana said, thinking about some of the people she knew in the modeling world. Her profession wasn’t easy on a marriage. She’d seen some wonderful partnerships, as well as some horrors.
“By the way,” Jessica said, interrupting her thoughts. “Did you contact Quinn Everard yet about those diamonds Marise left in your safe?”
At the thought of her dead sister, Briana’s heart squeezed tight. “Yes, I phoned him the other day. I’ve been so busy lately that I just kept putting it off. What with work and trying to help Dad cope with Mum’s death and now Marise’s, it hasn’t been a priority.”
“That’s understandable,” Jessica said sympathetically. “You just make sure you take care of yourself, too.”
“I will,” Briana said, her eyes thanking her friend. “Anyway, Quinn said to drop the diamonds off at his office. He’s away at the moment but I can leave them with his office manager. I’ll do that tomorrow morning.” She grimaced. “Frankly, I’ll be glad to know their value so that I can decide what to do with them. Matt said he didn’t want anything of Marise’s, but I just can’t keep them.”
Jessica nodded. “Well, Quinn’s the man. He’s got an excellent reputation as a gem appraiser. He—” All at once her gaze focused on the men across the room and she scowled. “Oh no, I think I’m needed. Ric and Ryan look like they’ve had enough of each other for a while.” She rolled her eyes. “Men!”
Briana chuckled as she watched Jessica hurry away, but she knew that tensions associated with members of the Blackstone family right now weren’t anything to laugh about.
Knew it only too well, unfortunately.
Not that any of them held the controversial deaths of her sister and their father against her. They’d all been very considerate. Ric and Ryan had treated her with respect, and Jessica and Kim had become good friends. Not to mention the elegant Sonya Hammond and her charming daughter, Danielle. Though the latter
