Page 104 of We Three Kings

‘All OK?’ Leo asks.

I nod but look down to see a camera. In the pod below are a line of people who couldn’t give two hoots about London and are taking photos of us kissing.

‘I think we’ve been papped,’ I laugh.

‘Really?’ Leo asks, pulling me in. ‘Shall we give them a proper show?’ he asks me cheekily.

I laugh, nudging him. ‘We’d be banned. For life.’

‘True. Or we could wave,’ he suggests.

‘Like royalty.’

He does some fake regal wave and I crease over laughing.

And the expression across his face lights up, dimples, teeth, that wonderful smile that I’ve loved seeing every day and still want to see every day, forever.

‘So what now?’ I ask him.

‘Funnily enough, we’ve booked a Mexican after this,’ he tells me. ‘Jasper found it. No sombreros this time.’

‘Shame.’

‘It’s what I said,’ he tells me.

‘And then after that?’ I ask.

‘I believe we’ve got unfinished business, Miss Field?’

‘Do we now?’ I laugh.

‘Indeed.’

And as the pod reaches the very top of the wheel, looking over the sprawling lights of London, Leo pulls me in for another kiss, the stars staring down at us, twinkling like they’ve seen this journey and they know we’re both exactly where we should be.

EPILOGUE

‘I’m going to be sick,’ Jasper says, as he sits on the chair in the bedroom with his head between his knees.

‘Don’t be sick,’ I tell him. ‘Have something to drink. Maybe a sweet? Is it the heat?’

‘This was an utterly stupid idea to get married abroad,’ he moans. ‘We should have really thought this through.’

‘Rubbish,’ I reassure him, opening him up some bottled water for him. ‘I’ve never been to the Far East. I’m having a lovely time. Frank rode an elephant yesterday. He’s over the moon.’

‘Oh, well, I’m glad that you’re all enjoying the holiday,’ he replies, his familiar sarcasm lacing his tones.

I pull another chair opposite him and take his hands. ‘Jasper, it’s a small wedding. Your parents, his parents and us. It’s everyone here that you love. And Miles, who you’ve known forever. I don’t know what there is to be nervous about.’

‘Snakes.’

‘We’re on a beach. Snakes don’t like the beach.’

‘They don’t?’ he asks me.

Bloody hell, I don’t know, but if it calms him down.

‘You look very handsome, by the way,’ I tell him.

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