Trust Me
Chapter One
You're a woman, Miss Wainwright. Give me your honest opinion." Sam Stark paused
briefly to drink from the glass of brandy in his hand. "Do you think it was the
prenuptial agreement that spooked her?"
Desdemona Wainwright followed Stark's gaze. His attention was fixed on an
object two floors below his study window. She had an uneasy feeling that he was
brooding on the three large ice swans that were presently melting on the lawn
of his austere garden.
By now her staff had probably finished clearing away most of the evidence of
the abruptly cancelled wedding reception. Fifteen pounds of cold tortellini
salad, two hundred miniature asparagus tarts, three platters of herbed goat
cheese, and a hundred and fifty spring rolls had no doubt been loaded back into
the Right Touch Catering van.
The cake, an elaborate five-tiered affair decorated with palest mauve and
creamy white roses, would have been safely stowed in its special carrying crate.
But the ice swans were a problem. Not only were they extremely heavy, by now
they would be getting quite slippery
The swans would definitely be a write-off. Des ... read full excerpt from: Trust Me ebook
