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Her sister sobbed louder. ‘Lovely… kind… sweet… loyal Zac.’
‘What does Zac need to know, Megan?’
‘It’ll break his heart.’
‘Megan, you’re scaring me. What does Zac need to know?’
Pause. ‘I’m already married.’
A stunned silence followed.
Megan burst into hysterical tears and ended the call.
Beth’s mouth dropped opened. Her sister was already married? But who to? And when? And why was this the first she was hearing about it?
Matt was frowning at her. ‘What’s happened? What does Zac need to know?’
Oh, hell. Beth swallowed awkwardly. ‘Er… that Megan… well, she’s drunk.’
‘Drunk?’
‘Yes, drunk. Absolutely plastered. Completely inebriated.’
‘And that’s a problem because?’
‘Because… Zac’s never seen her drunk before and she didn’t know he was coming. Like you said, it was a surprise… and now Zac’s turned up unannounced… and she’s… well, she’s drunk.’ Even to her own ears it sounded ridiculous.
He didn’t look like he believed her. She could hardly blame him, she was babbling rubbish. She knocked back her wine and stood up.
He looked alarmed. ‘You’re leaving?’
‘I have other plans. Sorry.’ She shoved her laptop in its bag.
‘But we haven’t decided on whose idea we’re going with.’
‘We’re going with mine, obviously.’ Assuming there was actually going to be a wedding. What were the charges for bigamy? As a solicitor she should really know. ‘It’s the more developed plan, and we don’t have time to source the kind of venue you’re talking about.’
She yanked up her skirt so she could step over the bench seat, giving Matt an eyeful of her thighs. Unfortunately, she had to grab his shoulder to steady herself. His shoulder was warm and solid, which for some reason didn’t help her balance issues.
‘The Jamaica Inn is free on the weekend of the ninth of June,’ she said, grabbing her laptop bag. ‘I’ve made a temporary booking, so I’ll phone tomorrow and confirm everything.’
‘Can we at least chat about the other details? What about your checklist?’
‘Another time. Sorry. Must go.’ She almost fell over the table in her haste to escape. ‘Bye. Chat soon. Good meeting!’
‘I still don’t think your idea is very romantic!’ he called after her.
Sod romance. She had bigger things to worry about.
Like the bride already being married!
Chapter Eight
Saturday, 27thApril – 6 weeks till the wedding
Matt had always disliked clothes shopping. His bulk meant that he was too big for most places and kept knocking into people, forever apologising, and frequently banging his elbows on railings and knocking items of clothing off their hangers, incurring the wrath of the shop assistants. And that’s before even trying the clothes on. With a forty-eight-inch chest, it was a job finding clothes that fitted, especially when everything these days was labelled ‘slim fit’. Even as a kid, he’d never been a ‘slim fit’, wearing adult clothing from the age of eleven.
Suffice to say, he was less than enthused to be pounding the streets of Aldershot with his mother and sister, shopping for outfits for a wedding he wasn’t even sure was going ahead.
