From Mistresses To Wives?. Lee Wilkinson

of his own when he reluctantly let her go.

      ‘Not the time, and definitely not the place, I’m afraid.’ Grey eyes looked deep into green, expression soft. ‘You never fail me.’

      ‘Tell me that after next weekend,’ she answered huskily.

      They went downstairs again after changing for the evening, to find the others already arrived. Zac performed introductions with easy assurance. With only a few months between them, the cousins were close enough in looks to be taken for brothers. It was only around the mouth that they differed to any degree. Brady’s lacked any sign of humour in its set.

      Blonde and pretty, Sarah Prescott was quite a bit younger than Jessica had somehow anticipated. No more than twenty-two, she guessed. Judging from the bulge swelling her slender form, the pregnancy was already well advanced.

      ‘You’re certainly not wasting any time!’ remarked Brady with what Jessica considered a dire lack of sensitivity in his grandfather’s hearing. ‘I understand the two of you have only known one another a few weeks?’

      ‘That’s right,’ Zac confirmed. ‘I saw and was conquered! The best thing that ever happened to me!’

      ‘We’re not married yet,’ Jessica quipped, responding to the hint of tongue-in-cheek. ‘I may turn out to be a real termagant once I have that ring on my finger!’

      ‘Up to Zac to put you in your place if you do,’ declared the patriarch of the family. ‘No Prescott worthy of the name allows his womenfolk to rule the roost!’

      Not about to cause him any upset, Jessica adopted a meeker tone. ‘I’ll certainly bear that in mind.’

      Sarah made a sound suspiciously like a giggle, turning it into a cough as Brady looked her way with a frown. ‘Bit of a tickle,’ she claimed.

      Not quite the mild little thing she’d appeared to be on first sight, Jessica suspected, catching the hint of laughter in the blue eyes.

      The lack of rapport between the cousins became more than evident as the evening progressed. Apart from the physical similarities, they had little in common. If Henry noted the discord, he paid it no attention. He seemed distracted, Jessica thought, glancing his way from time to time. She hoped it wasn’t a sign of strain.

      By tacit consent, they none of them lingered beyond his hour of retirement at ten.

      ‘Thank goodness that’s over!’ Jessica exclaimed softly on the way upstairs.

      ‘There’s my mother to meet, and the wedding to get through before we’re done,’ Zac rejoined.

      ‘You make it sound like a trial!’ she said with an attempt at humour.

      Zac laughed. ‘With a life sentence at the end of it!’

      ‘Hardly compulsory in this day and age.’

      They had reached her bedroom door. He paused, looking at her with quizzical expression. ‘You don’t see the marriage lasting?’

      Jessica kept her tone light. ‘Who can ever tell?’ She pressed a kiss to his lips before he could form an answer, and left him standing there.

      Inside the room with the door closed against him, she stood for a moment to collect her thoughts. So Zac saw the wedding as something to be got through: a lot of men probably felt the same about the actual ceremony. The difference being the reason for having the ceremony at all. Without some depth of emotion behind it, from both sides, what real chance was there of the marriage lasting?

      There was a little comfort in retiring to bed alone after the past two nights of unrestricted love-making. No way was Zac going to risk upsetting his grandmother by coming to her room, of course, but she hoped he was suffering the same degree of frustration.

      It wasn’t just the sex she was missing though, she acknowledged. She’d grown used to his being there when she woke in the night: to feeling the weight of his arm about her waist, hearing his steady breathing. Paul had never held her like that, even at the start. If she were honest with herself, the disillusionment had begun long before she found him in bed with Sally that night.

      If she were honest with herself, came the rider, she would also admit that her feelings for Zac already went a piece deeper than she tried making out. Deeper than his for her at present, almost certainly. At least as his wife she would be batting from an inside position, so to speak.

      Chapter Six

      WITH the wedding set for three in the afternoon, it wasn’t deemed necessary to bring breakfast forward from its usual nine o’clock slot. It was supposedly bad luck for the bridegroom to see the bride prior to the ceremony on the day, Jessica recalled, but there wasn’t really much choice when they were both staying in the same place.

      The patriarch of the family appeared to be fully recovered from whatever it was that had kept him so quiet last night. He had a self-satisfied air about him, as if he and he alone had brought the occasion about.

      Which he had in a way, Jessica conceded. If his condition hadn’t impelled Zac to desperation straits, they’d have probably gone their separate ways.

      Isabel Prescott arrived at ten. In her mid fifties and comfortably built, her bobbed dark hair frankly greying, she was far from the image Jessica had formed in her mind’s eye. She liked her instantly.

      ‘Sorry for the change of plan,’ Isabel apologised. ‘Blue had her puppies the night before last. A whole week early! I had to make sure she was going to be all right before I left them with my brother and his wife. Blue’s my German Shepherd,’ she tagged on for Jessica’s benefit.

      ‘You’d have done better to have her spayed,’ said Brady.

      ‘And deny her the chance to be a mother even once?’ came the mild reply.

      ‘How many?’ Jessica asked impulsively. ‘Puppies, I mean?’

      The older woman’s eyes warmed. ‘Four. One of them all white. Can’t imagine how that happened!’

      ‘Are you quite sure the Samoyed next door didn’t get to her before you took her to the stud dog?’ asked Zac on a humorous note, and received a twinkle in response.

      ‘Could be possible, I suppose.’

      ‘You’ll not be able to sell any of them as pure breds if there’s any doubt about it,’ said Brady.

      ‘I wouldn’t be selling them anyway,’ she answered with a touch of asperity. ‘They’re going to friends who’ll love them whatever their pedigree.’

      Good for her! Jessica silently applauded as Brady turned away with a meaningful shrug. Money wasn’t everything to everyone!

      She had no opportunity to be alone with Zac throughout the morning. Henry monopolised both grandsons. To Jessica, he appeared to enjoy playing the two of them off against one another—an uncharitable thought she did her best to put aside. Having met Brady, she could better appreciate Zac’s view of him. Given the power, he would sweep all before him.

      She ate little at lunch. At two, she went up to shower and put on the sleeveless silk sheath that lightly skimmed her body down to the ankles. The pearl strand and studs Zac had bought her as a wedding present, plus a simple silver bracelet she already owned, were to be her only jewellery.

      Missing companionship, she felt her spirits lift when Sarah popped her head round the bedroom door to ask if she would like a little help.

      ‘You could put my hair up for me,’ she said. ‘It takes ages to do it on my own.’

      ‘Glad to,’ the younger girl agreed. ‘Have a seat.’

      Jessica did so, viewing the other through the mirror as she piled the chestnut thickness into a knot of curls with enviable dexterity.

      ‘Gorgeous hair,’ Sarah commented. ‘Gorgeous altogether, in fact. Zac’s a lucky man!’

      ‘I’m