Three Weddings and a Baby. Fiona Harper

followed Jennie up the large wooden staircase. Not as closely as he had before, but close enough to watch those memorable curves move under the satin of that dress.

      She had to be wearing that dress, didn’t she?

      Finally, they reached the top of the staircase and she led him down a corridor to a vast pair of double doors. Instead of opening the door, she just stood there, the key clutched in her closed left hand.

      She wore no ring, he realised.

      Slowly, he peeled her fingers away from the key’s plastic tab, and when he’d reached the last one he stopped. He realised the reason for her hesitation now, shared a little of it himself, if he were honest.

      In gold italic writing, on the moulded smooth plastic of the old-fashioned room key were two words: Bridal Suite.