The Virgin's Wedding Night

'What do you mean—you can't go through with it?' Harriet Flint stared at the flushed defensive face of the young man on the other side of the table. 'We have an agreement, and this lunch is to finalise the arrangements for the wedding. I'm relying on you.'

'But things have completely changed for me now. You must see that.' His mouth set stubbornly. 'When we made the original deal, frankly I didn't care what happened to me. The girl I loved was out of my life, so the chance of earning a bundle of cash and heading off round the world seemed a fair option.

'But now Janie's come back, and we're together again, for good this time. We're going to be married, and I'm not allowing anything to jeopardise that.'

'But surely if you explained to her…'

'Explain?'Peter Curtis gave a derisive laugh. 'You mean actually tell her that, while we were apart, I agreed to marry some total stranger—for money.'

'Couldn't you make it clear it's not a real marriage—just a temporary arrangement for a few months—and on a strictly business footing. Wouldn't that make a difference?'

'Of course not,' he said impatiently. 'How could it? She'd never accept that I ... read full excerpt from: The Virgin's Wedding Night ebook