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God, he loved it when a plan came together so easily.
Sitting on his other side, Cora elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, ‘Way you’re going, that’ll be you next. If you don’t screw it up.’
‘Don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he lied. ‘Besides, I think you might just beat me. How many weeks now until your big day?’
Cora rolled her eyes at him. ‘Two. As you know full well.’ Alex got the impression she wasn’t entirely pleased with the way things had worked out with him and Lily. Mostly because she kept telling him so.
Well, that was just tough. He and Lily knew what they were doing. Well, he did, anyway. And he’d let Lily in on the secret soon enough. Cora would just have to accept that.
‘And you’re going to have to relinquish your grip on my best friend tomorrow, you know.’ Cora stood as the bride and groom began to process back down the aisle. Alex hurried to follow suit.
‘Why, exactly?’
‘Final dress fittings.’ Cora’s smile was smug with victory.
Alex thought about spending hours waiting while Lily and Cora tried on dresses. Then he thought about how much it would annoy Cora if he was there.
A finely balanced choice. Until he thought about what Lily might be wearing underneath her bridesmaid’s dress and realized he couldn’t miss the possibility of seeing that for anything.
‘I’ll come with,’ he said, and smiled as Cora glared at him. ‘I’ll bring champagne,’ he added, because he did love his cousin, really.
And Lily was much more likely to show him her lingerie if she had a glass of bubbly or two to persuade her.
* * * *
It was odd, observing Lily and Alex together. Cora sipped at her champagne and watched Alex tuck Lily’s hair behind her ear, again. It was, as she fully intended to tell Lily, utterly sickening. But also unprecedented.
Edward had never been this way with Lily – at least, not that Cora could remember. Maybe he’d been different in private, but she doubted it. He was more the polite kiss on the cheek or pat on the back sort. Not good with affection, or showing it.
Of course, neither was Alex, traditionally. Yes, he’d put a hand at the small of a woman’s back to guide her, or lend her his jacket if she was cold, but Cora had always suspected that was more because those were the things he thought he should do – things he’d seen his father and his brother do. Alex had always taken his idea of what he should be from the other men in his family. It was why he’d gone into finance in the first place, studying at his dad’s old university, following in the family tradition.
In fact, the whole photography thing was a bit of an aberration. She wondered if he’d told his brother yet.
Or perhaps he’d just moved his attention from one area of their lives to another. Now, instead of trying to emulate their careers, he was trying to copy their relationships. Which seemed a bit stupid to her. Love was love, you couldn’t copy someone else’s, or force it where it didn’t exist. She supposed Alex would learn that soon enough. She just didn’t want him to get hurt in the lesson.
Of course, Lily was no better, deciding she’d never get married, that love wasn’t for her. Part of Cora was delighted to see Lily embracing her old self again, but not at the expense of falling in love. Not at the risk of doing something really stupid. Something she couldn’t come back from.
Across the table, Lily smiled softly at Alex, and Cora realized she’d never smiled at Edward that way. But the smile was familiar, all the same. It was the way Rhys smiled at her.
If Lily threw that kind of smile away because she was too stubborn to admit there might be a middle ground, something more than all or nothing, then she was an idiot. And it was Cora’s duty, as her best friend, to point that out to her.
Maybe she’d get to plan another wedding next year after all…
* * * *
‘You two are sickening,’ Cora announced as she reapplied her lipstick in the hotel bathroom. ‘Utterly, utterly sickening.’
Lily, pulling a brush through her hair, snorted. ‘Us? You and Rhys are the original soppy couple, and you’re calling me and Alex sickening?’
‘You are! Look, you’re in here brushing your hair because Alex hasn’t been able to resist playing with it all afternoon.’ Cora’s accusing finger was wobbling a bit, and Lily suspected that her friend had been taking more liberal advantage of the free bar laid on by Kerry’s parents than she’d noticed.
‘Cora, you’re putting on more lipstick because Rhys’s been snogging you senseless for twenty minutes. Trust me, you’re worse.’
‘Ah, but that’s different,’ Cora said, with a superior air that rankled just a bit.
‘How, exactly?’ Lily asked, handing Cora a tissue to wipe the lipstick off her teeth.
‘Because Rhys and I are in love. We’re getting married. We’re supposed to act like that.’ Cora flapped her tissue around in Lily’s direction. ‘You two… God only knows what the two of you are doing.’
‘Having really great sex,’ Lily said, then cringed when she realized it was out loud. Maybe she’d enjoyed the free bar more than she’d realized, too.
‘And that’s enough for you?’ Cora sounded astonished. Lily started to worry that maybe her friend wasn’t getting the kind of sex she should be.
Lily blinked at her friend. ‘Why wouldn’t it be?’
‘Because… we’re supposed to be settling down now. We’re grown ups. That’s what we’re supposed to want.’ Cora sounded so certain that for a moment, Lily believed her. But then common sense reinstated itself.
‘Says who?’
‘The world! Our biological clocks. Everything,’ Cora said, waving her arms around.
‘Well, it’s not what I want.’ Maybe she’d thought she had, until Alex helped her see sense. Really, he’d done so much for her, it was only fair to reward him with the aforementioned great sex.
Cora put down her makeup bag and looked Lily in the eye. ‘But it is what Alex wants,’ she said, voice soft, almost apologetic.
And there was the sticking point. ‘And that’s why this can only be a fling,’ Lily said, wondering why that was such a depressing thought, all of a sudden. She didn’t want anything more, so why should it bother her that Alex did? Except, of course, that eventually he’d find what he was looking for, and she’d have to give him up. See him with another woman. See him marry someone else. Be happy for him when he did.
‘A fling. Right.’ Cora gave her a disbelieving look. ‘A fling that involves being together twenty-four-seven, taking him to friends’ weddings, working together, laughing and kissing all the time…’
‘And having great sex,’ Lily finished for her, suddenly uncomfortable. They had been spending a lot of time together, she supposed. But that’s what you did at the beginning, right? Those first few weeks when you barely got out of bed. ‘That’s what this is about. A physical, enjoyable, fun summer fling.’
‘Are you sure he knows that?’ Cora asked, and Lily wondered what Alex had been saying to her. What if he’d got the wrong idea? But how could he have, when they’d been so very clear at the beginning, setting out what they both wanted? Cora was just being over sensitive.
‘Of course he does. That’s what we agreed when we started this. That was the whole point. It’s like you said – he’s just going back to his old ways. You know Alex, can’t resist a little no-strings fling, while he’s waiting for his happy ever after to show up.’
‘I never said that,’ Cora argued. ‘And even if I thought it once or twice… I was wrong.’
Lily shook her head, as if the movement could bat Cora’s words aside. ‘No, you weren’t. You said it, right back at the beginning, before Alex and I were ever anything. I’m not the girl he wants to marry.’ She swallowed because, damn it, that still stung, even if it shouldn’t. Pasting on a brighter smile, she added, ‘And I don’t want to get married at all. It’s perfect.’ For now, anyway. And yes, maybe it would be hard to give Alex up when the time ca
me. But it would still be the right thing to do.
‘It’s crazy.’ Cora shook her head. ‘You know, I told him that one of you was going to get hurt doing this, but I always thought it would be you rather than Alex. Now I’m not so sure.’
A chill crept into Lily’s chest. ‘I don’t… I don’t know what you mean.’
‘Watch him today. Pay attention. He’s crazy over you. I don’t think this will be as easy to end as you seem to believe.’
Lily shoved her hairbrush back in her bag. ‘You’re wrong,’ she said, turning to leave. Time to get back to the celebrations before Cora convinced her that Alex was falling in love or something equally stupid.
Besides, she was hoping that that terrible music the DJ was playing would drown out the thought echoing in her head. The one that said, What if I don’t want to end it?
* * * *
‘I’m not sure it’s actually a tradition for the cousin of the bride to attend the final dress fitting.’ Lily smiled wryly at Alex as he sprawled in a chair at the dress shop.
‘It is if he brings champagne,’ Cora argued, grabbing one of the glass flutes Alex held out to them.
‘This doesn’t mean I’m convinced,’ Lily said, but she took the other glass, anyway. It was the height of bad manners to turn down champagne. At least, that was what Evelyn had always told her.
Alex’s response was a wide, knowing smile. The sort that suggested he knew exactly what champagne did to Lily’s body. Which, of course, he did. He’d witnessed the way she became loose and tingly and wanting after a couple of glasses. And he’d taken full advantage of it at the last two weddings they’d attended together.
Not that she’d complained in the slightest, of course.
