He lowered his hands and looked intently at me now. ‘One Day To Remember, as ordered,’ he said softly. ‘Now all I need is a yes.’
Which is normally the point where the hero and heroine gaze deeply into each other’s eyes and then move in for the closing kiss. But this being real life, just as we were about to do so, the phone started ringing. And it was nowhere to be seen.
I found it in the end, in Josh’s bedroom. It was Steve.
When I got back downstairs, Matt was looking out of the kitchen window. The curls on the back of his neck were like commas. Or a neat row of question marks, which had all now been answered. He turned around when he heard me.
‘Everything okay?’
I glanced down at the scrap of paper in my hand. On it was jotted an important phone number. ‘Yup,’ I said. ‘I’ll just pop this somewhere safe.’ I smiled as I stuck it to my cork board. Suddenly, the fortnight I’d decided to forget had turned, as if by magic, into something wonderful. ‘That was Steve,’ I said. ‘My driver. He’s bringing my limo back from Birmingham tomorrow, and it turns out he’s got a definite buyer. For the Rolls as well. Isn’t that great?’
‘It is,’ Matt agreed. ‘You’ve forgiven him, then?’
‘Actually,’ I said, crossing the room in three strides, ‘I think I should thank him, don’t you?’
Matt’s arms were there to greet me. So were his lips. And for five perfect minutes I forgot where I was. There was nothing in the world that could have prised us apart.
‘And not just Steve,’ I said, when we came up for air. He looped his arms around my waist. I put mine around his neck.
‘Who, then?’
I shook my head and smiled. ‘It’s not a “who”,’ I said. ‘It’s a lost limousine, a broken wrist and a bee sting.’
I kissed him again. And then I kissed him a third time. Sometimes things that come in threes are rather good…
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