CHAPTER SIX
“THIS ISN’T THE way to the church.”
Had she not been contemplating her impending marriage to a man several years her father’s senior and fighting off a headache made worse by the cloying scent of the wedding bouquet at her side, Maddie Mallory might have noticed earlier the detour the limousine had taken. Noticed that they were heading away from central London and the centuries-old church where she would say I do in a little over fifteen minutes’ time. She might even have grown a bit alarmed.
As it was, she glanced beyond the tinted windows searching for road signs verifying the change of route, but everything seemed normal outside the limo’s claustrophobic interior. Car horns blasted, lorries drove too close to other vehicles, cyclists took their lives in their hands weaving in and out of the traffic, and pedestrians played vehicular dodge as they zigzagged across the busy road. Yes, a normal Friday afternoon in the nation’s capital.
Except it wasn’t normal. Not for Maddie. It wasn’t normal to be signing her life away to become someone’s wife, at least on paper.
She glanced over her shoulder, some part of her celebrating the diminishing blur of the church’s steeple as they travelled away from it. For one exhilarating moment, she wondered if she was being kidnapped. Whisked away from this farcical wedding and all it entailed.
The relief that trembled through her was palpable.
If only...
Of course, her failure to show up at the church and go through with the sham ceremony in front of the distinguished guests meant her father risked everything.
Since she was largely to blame, it fell to her to rectify the situation now. But did the price have to be so high? Marrying a man she didn’t care two hoots for? Signing away her freedom?
Which reminded her...
Shifting layers of organza and satin out of the way, Maddie leaned forward and pushed aside the glass privacy panel to get the chauffeur’s attention. “Didn’t you hear me? I said this isn’t the way to the church.”
When the man showed no indication of having heard her, let alone answering her, Maddie met his dark gaze in the rearview mirror.
The peak of his uniform hat shaded his forehead, but the slash of eyebrows above a considered glance from steely grey eyes moved through her like a distant bitter memory. It coiled in her stomach, shivered in her limbs and sent awareness from her breasts to her core.
Was she finally losing it? Had she conjured him up in her fevered brain? Because no way on earth could it be him. She was seeing things.
Shit. This was no time for hallucinations. Most certainly not the kind that involved Gabe Harrington. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t be in her current predicament.
She wanted to blame him entirely, but really she was the one who’d messed up. Big-time. Largely because she’d been unable to hold her stupid hormones in check. Instead of keeping her eye on the ball, she’d hooked up with a man who had given her the most devastatingly erotic week of her life—before taking what he really wanted.
The limo turned at traffic lights toward City Airport, cutting through the tunnel of unwanted memories. This was most definitely not a detour to her nuptials.
Panic started to edge along her spine. What the hell was happening?
She leaned farther forward, virtually poking her head through the opening. “You’d better stop this car right now.”
Still no reaction.
Turning, she reached for the door handle and tugged hard, but it wouldn’t budge. Was she really being kidnapped? Abducted? Had she somehow brought her fevered wishes into reality?
She tried the door again, pushed the button for the window release, but that was locked, too. Rapping on the windows to get attention from passers-by would be futile, since nobody noticed much of anything but their own business in London.
The limo had picked up speed and was nudging the outskirts of the airport.
Maddie searched around, looking for her phone. She had a vague memory of putting it in the bag which Laura, her bestie, had taken to the church for her. All she had was the stupid bouquet.
“Stop this bloody car,” she shouted. “Or I’ll have you up on charges.”
In the mirror she met his gaze again. Dark eyes glittered back at her, making the ominous feeling escalate.
“And just how do you intend on doing that, princess?”
Everything inside her went cold. It couldn’t be. Just couldn’t be. Yet that voice, trickling over her like warm rich chocolate, with just a hint of bad boy beneath the cultivated exterior, was unmistakable. As was the deep grey gaze, the one that had slid over every inch of her naked body while she’d lain depleted beneath him.
Hell.
She was definitely hallucinating. Had slipped into some kind of parallel universe. It was the only explanation. Or maybe she was dehydrated. People saw weird things when they were dehydrated.
It was difficult to breathe. All the air seemed to have been sucked out of the car’s interior. Brilliant. Add hyperventilating to the dehydration. This was exactly the time to lose her bloody mind.
When his focus turned to the road again, putting his profile in shadow, she could think a little straighter. There was no way it could be him. What the heck would he be doing driving a bridal car? He’d be brokering some deal in the Far East, or New York, or wherever else he could dip his talented fingers into some lucrative pie. She’d obviously superimposed Gabe’s face on the driver, heard his disembodied voice projected by her own imaginings. She even thought she could smell him. That masculine, citrusy cologne he favoured, mixed with the intoxicating scent of...him.
Briefly, she closed her eyes. Fire shot through every nerve ending, making her senses reel. Her heart squeezed so tightly she thought she might pass out.
Hell, but life was cruel, choosing this moment to make her remember one of the happiest yet most
