Danielle Sinclair let out the breath she'd unconsciously been holding all day and thrust the snowy bridal bouquet of lilies, freesias and baby's breath into a hand–blown glass vase on her dressing table. Kim was safely married. At last.

After years spent looking out for her sister, dragging her out of endless scrapes, Kim was no longer her problem. Kim had a husband—and Danielle could relax.

The wedding of the year had been an ornate, A–list occasion frothing with white lace, formal flower arrangements and French champagne. Not exactly what Danielle had expected of her wild–child sister. Yet Kim had glowed in a stylishly unKim designer gown, her fiery hair framing her willful—yet unexpectedly pale—face.

As the festivities had drawn to a close, Kim had turned, scanned the crowd, then flung the bouquet straight into Danielle's unsuspecting arms. Clutching the blooms and enveloped with their heady perfume, Danielle had stood statue still. Catching a bouquet was not going to land her a groom–and certainly not the man of her dreams. If life had been that easy she'd have done exactly what Kim had done—spent wedding after wedding clawing like an agile cat at tumbling flowers, until it brought her the man she'd sought.

Danielle only hoped Bradley Lester, the CEO of her father's company and her newly acquired brother–in–law, knew what he'd let himself in for. But Kim deserved a slice of happiness—after the humiliation and misery Rico D'Alessio had put her through four years ago.

No. She wasn't thinking about that man on Kim's special day. He could burn in hell for all she cared! Danielle glanced at her w