‘I wanted coffee,’ he snapped.
‘The doctor said that you must not have…’
‘I know what he said!’
No caffeine, no stress.
Pity he wasn’t here right now.
He encouraged his staff to think laterally when it came to promoting his resorts but the Lodge was supposed to be a haven of peace and tranquillity for those who could afford to enjoy the wilderness experience in comfort.
The very last thing his guests would expect, or want, was the jamboree of a celebrity wedding scaring away the wildlife.
The last thing he wanted. Not here…
If that damn quack could see just how much stress even the thought of a wedding was causing him he’d ban that too, but having prescribed total rest and restricted his diet to the bland and boring he’d retired to the safety of Maun.
‘Tell David that I want to see him.’
‘Yes, Rra.’
‘And see if you can find me a newspaper.’ He was going out of his mind with boredom.
‘The latest edition of the Mmegi should have arrived on the plane. I will go and fetch it for you.’
He’d been hoping for an abandoned copy of the Financial Times brought by a visitor, but that had probably been banned too and while it was possible that by this evening he would be desperate enough for anything, he hadn’t got to that point yet.
‘There’s no hurry.’
CHAPTER TWO
Luxurious surroundings will add to the bride and groom’s enjoyment of their special day.
—The Perfect Wedding by Serafina
March
JOSIE, despite her many misgivings, was impressed.
Leopard Tree Lodge had been all but invisible from the air as the small aircraft had circled over the river, skimming the trees to announce their arrival.
And the dirt runway on which they’d landed, leaving a plume of dust behind them, hadn’t exactly inspired confidence either. By the time they’d taxied to a halt, however, a muscular four-wheel drive was waiting to pick up both her and the cartons of wedding paraphernalia she’d brought with her. ‘Just a few extras…’ Marji had assured her. All the linens and paper goods had been sent on by Serafina before she had been taken ill.
The manager was waiting to greet her at the impressive main building. Circular, thatched, open-sided, it contained a lounge with a central fireplace that overlooked the river on one side. On the other, a lavish buffet where guests—kitted uniformly in safari gear and hung with cameras—helped themselves to breakfast that they carried out onto a shady, flower-decked terrace set above a swimming pool.
‘David Kebalakile, Miss Fowler. Welcome to Leopard Tree Lodge. I hope you had a good journey.’
‘Yes, thank you, Mr Kebalakile.’
It had felt endless, and she was exhausted, but she’d arrived in one piece. In her book that was as good as twenty-four hours and three planes, the last with only four seats and one engine, was going to get.
‘David, please. Let’s get these boxes into the office,’ he said, summoning a couple of staff members to deal with all the excess baggage that Marji had dumped on her, ‘and then I’ll show you to your tree house.’
Tree house?
Was that better than a tent? Or worse?
If you fell out of a tent at least you were at ground level, she thought, trying not to look down as she followed him across a sturdy timber walkway that wound through the trees a good ten feet from the ground.
Worse…
‘We’ve never held a wedding at the Lodge before,’ he said, ‘so this is a very special new venture for us. And we’re all very excited at the prospect of meeting Tal Newman. We love our football in Botswana.’
Oh, terrific.
This wasn’t the slick and well practised routine for the staff that it would have been in most places and, as if that wasn’t bad enough, it was the groom, rather than the bride, who was going to be the centre of attention.
The fact that the colour scheme for the wedding had been taken from the orange and pale blue strip of his football club should have warned her.
Presumably Crystal was used to it, but this was her big day and Josie vowed she’d be the star of this particular show even if it killed her.
‘Here we are,’ David said, stopping at a set of steps that led to a deck built among the tree tops, inviting her to go ahead of him.
Wow.
Double wow.
The deck was perched high above the promised oxbow lake but the only thing her substantial tree house—with its thatched roof and wide double doors—had in common with the tent she’d been dreading were canvas sidings which, as David enthusiastically demonstrated, could be looped up so that you could lie in the huge, romantically gauze-draped four-poster bed and watch the sun rising. If you were into that sort of thing.
‘Early mornings and evenings are the best times to watch the animals,’ he said. ‘They come to drink then, although there’s usually something to see whatever time of day or night it is.’ He crossed the deck and looked down. ‘There are still a few elephants, a family of warthogs.’
He turned, clearly expecting her to join him and exclaim with delight.
‘How lovely,’ she said, doing her best to be enthusiastic when all she really wanted to look at was the plumbing.
‘There are always birds. They are…’ He stopped. ‘I’m sorry. You’ve had a long journey and you must be very tired.’
It seemed that she was going to have to work on that one.
‘I’ll be fine when I’ve had a wake-up shower,’ she assured him. ‘Something to eat.’
‘Of course. I do hope you will find time to go out in a canoe, though. Or on one of our guided bush walks?’ He just couldn’t keep his enthusiasm in check.
‘I hope so, too,’ she said politely. Not.
She was a city girl. Dressing up in a silly hat and a jacket with every spare inch covered with pockets to go toddling off into the bush, where goodness knew what creepy-crawlies were lurking held absolutely no appeal.
‘Right, well, breakfast is being served in the dining area at the moment, or I can have something brought to you on a tray if you prefer? Our visitors usually choose to relax, soak up the peace, after such a long journey.’
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