The Earl's Convenient Wife. Marion Lennox

church sat on the headland looking over Duncairn Bay. The sun was shining. The fishing fleet was out, but a few smaller boats were tied on swing moorings. Gulls were wheeling overhead, the church grounds were a mass of wild honeysuckle and roses, and the photographer for the island’s monthly newsletter was asking them to look their way.

      ‘Smile for the camera... You look so handsome, the pair of you.’

      This would make the front cover of the Duncairn Chronicle, she knew—Local Lass Weds Heir to Duncairn.

      Her father would be down in the pub now, she thought, already drinking in anticipation of profits he’d think he could wheedle from her.

      ‘This is the third time?’ Alasdair sounded incredulous.