ISLA KENDRICK, DRAPED IN the delicate ivory silk of her wedding gown, stood in the narthex of the ancient abbey where she was about to get married and clutched at her bouquet of delicate pink peonies as if they were a lifeline.
Orion North, the man who for the past year had been angling to take over Kendricks’ Family Christmas, the company that had been in David Kendrick’s family for generations and provided much of the Christmas-themed products and services around the world, surveyed her dispassionately, his amber gaze cold as it always was.
He’d simply appeared in the narthex as if by magic, and she didn’t know what he was doing here