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At the Billionaire’s Wedding
Book: At the Billionaire’s Wedding Read Online Free
Author: Katharine Ashe Miranda Neville Caroline Linden Maya Rodale
Tags: Contemporary Romance, romance. anthology, romance novella
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movie version of A Tale of Two Cities , was the French Revolution. She’d majored in Environmental Studies at Emory, with an undeclared minor in the history of party-giving.
    Or perhaps he just worked out a lot, a boring explanation compared to the vision of him swinging a sledgehammer under the whip of a supercilious aristocrat in jodhpurs and a monocle. Or were those Nazis?
    Time to shake off the jet lag fueled lust and move into intimidating professional mode. Pity she was wearing a crumpled silk robe selected because it took up very little packing space.
    “Ahem.” She staggered to her feet and knotted her sash, tightly. As she coughed again, Harry stood up and turned.
    “You! You were leaving,” she said stupidly.
    “Yes I was, and I came back. I happen to live here.”
    She inventoried a set of features that made her understand what chiseled meant: prominent brow, straight brown hair, blue eyes, the high cheekbones she’d noticed even under the shadow of the world’s least stylish rain hat, and lips that quirked attractively.
    “What do you do here exactly?” She found it hard to believe such a scruffy guy was related to a lord. His T-shirt had a paint stain in a place that drew attention to the possibility of pectoral muscles to match his fine ass.
    “This and that. I’m supposed to show you round so that you can finalize the plans for Mr. Austen and Miss Sparks’s wedding.”
    “ If I decide Brampton House is suitable.”
    “I understand Miss Sparks fell in love with the history of the house. And of course Brampton is regarded as the finest example of late seventeenth-century domestic architecture in England.”
    He was right, of course. Jane was crazy about the place, even more than she had been about the fire-damaged castle. “Mr. Austen is determined that his fiancée gets the wedding of her dreams and it’s my business to make sure it doesn’t turn into a nightmare. It’s what I do and I take it very seriously. I haven’t had an unsatisfied bride yet.”
    He flashed white teeth in his perfectly shaped mouth. “I call that excessive devotion to duty.”
    “Nothing is too much trouble to make her day perfect,” she said, lowering her eyelids. “After the confetti, however, I generally turn the matter over to the bridegroom.”
    “What about him? Have you had an unsatisfied bridegroom? I find it hard to believe.”
    “I’ve never had a bridegroom. Always a wedding planner, never a bride.” Oh my God she was flirting with the handyman, or whatever he was. How unprofessional could she get? “And that’s the way I like it. This isn’t getting us anywhere, Mister…”
    “Just Harry.”
    “Well, Just Harry. Can I dry my hair now?” She put her hand up and discovered frizz.
    “Not with that hairdryer. I’m afraid it’ll be good for nothing but the dustbin after the jolt it took.”
    “Oh my God, my laptop!” The orange charging light was on again. “Will your damn electricity fry that too?”
    “Computers and mobiles are fine with an adapter. They take very low voltage. Anything with any power and you have a problem.”
    Arwen grabbed her phone. “No service,” she said. “How am I supposed to make calls?”
    “I can show you places in the grounds that get signal.”
    “And no Wi-Fi bars, either. Surely you have Internet.”
    “Of course we do. Brampton is a country house hotel with all modern conveniences.”
    She fiddled with her settings, then thrust the phone at him. “Look. Nada. No Wi-Fi.”
    Harry gave an exaggerated sigh. “I was afraid of that. The wiring in this part of the house is very delicate and I’m afraid your blown fuse may have disturbed the router signal.”
    “Really? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
    “You’re not in America now, Miss Kilpatrick. Things are different here.” He launched into a long explanation about bandwidth and watts and amps and volts that turned her head to cotton. “So you see,” he concluded, “you really mustn’t
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