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Dear Reader,
Weddings are wonderful; private and yet, at the same time, shared by and with family and friends.
My wedding to Peter passed in a haze of warmth and happiness. It was a blissfully sunny September day, with photographs taken afterward in a delightful flower-filled garden.
This year we celebrate our Pearl anniversary, enjoying thirty years togetherenhanced to begin with by our first new arrival: a heart-stealing puppy by the name of Tess.
Wishing you as much happiness.
Yours sincerely,
Welcome to Whirlwind Weddings!
Whirlwind Weddings is a heart-stirring miniseries about
matrimony, featuring strong, irresistible heroes, feisty
heroines and four marriages, made not so much in heaven
as in a hurry!
This series was the idea of three very special authors who
are close friends: Heather Allison, Ruth Jean Dale and
Day Leclaire. Theyre joined by ever-popular British author
Jessica Steele. When the authors came up with the idea for
Whirlwind Weddings, we gave them just one stipulation:
their heroes and heroines had to meet and
marry within a week! Mission impossible?
Well, a lot can happen in seven days....
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Married In A Moment
Jessica Steele
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CHAPTER ONE
ELLENA stared at the television screen in stunned horror, her brain numbed by what the newscaster had just announcedan avalanche in the Austrian Alps. An avalanche in the very area where Justine was spending a ski-ing holiday with her boyfriend Kit!
Ellena didnt seem able to think as the newscaster carried on solemnly about tons of snow, rocks and boulders, and no chance of anyone surviving such circumstance! Having done with that piece of news, he went on to the next item.
Though still disbelieving, she was starting to recover sufficiently from her initial shock to tell herself that she was panicking unnecessarily. Only that morning she had received an our hotel-type of picture postcard from her sister... Butthat must have been posted days ago!
Hurriedly Ellena found the card, feverishly scanning it and looking to see if by any chance there was a printed hotel telephone number. There was! In next to no time she was busy dialling. If she could just speak to Justine...
The line was engaged. For a half-hour the line was engaged. Ellena accepted that she was not the only anxious relative wanting to get through, though the waiting was unsustainable.
Perhaps Justine was trying to get through to her. She would know that Ellena would be anxious. She put her phone down. It did not ring.
All lines were probably swamped anyway. Perhaps Kit had managed to get through to his family. He had two brothers; the middle one, Russell, and his wife, Pamela, were looking after their baby while Justine and Kit were away.
Ellena was enormously thankful that shed insisted on having Russells address in Hertfordshire and phone number before Justine left. Ellena had never met any of Kits family, butinterfering though it might be, or perhaps because she was so used to looking out for Justineshe had already phoned once to see if baby Violette was settled without her mother. Pamela, Russells wife, had been more than a shade frosty, she recalled. But Ellena cared not for Pamela Langfords frostiness just now and, finding the number, she dialled.
Hello. Russell. Ellena SpencerJ-Justines sister. Striving to keep calm, she announced herselfand hesitated, suddenly realising that if he had not had a telephone call from Kit, nor had he been watching the news, she was going to have to break the news to him herself.
But, Bad do, he replied, and she knew that he was aware of the avalanche.
You havent heard anything from Kit? He hasnt phoned or anything? she questioned urgently.
We had a card from him this morning, but thats all.
Oh, Ellena cried faintly, starting to feel a shade frantic. Ive tried to phone the hotel, but I cant get through.
Try not to worry. Pamela says youll hear soon enough if Kit and your sister are involved. Russell attempted to soothe her, and she wondered how they could be so passive. Not worry...! According to the news report we were watching, that area was out of boundsthere shouldnt have been anyone in that area.
Oh, heavens! Ellena was two years older than Justine and had done her best to take care of her when their parents had been killed in a mountaineering accident five years ago. Ellena knew from experience that anything labelled out of bounds was a magnet for Justine. There shouldnt have been anyone in the avalanche area! When had that ever stopped Justine?
I think Ill keep trying to get through to the hotel, she stated, starting to feel torn. If she went to her office and sent a fax thered be no one at her flat to take any incoming call. If Kit rings you, would you...?
Look, if youre seriously worried, why not ring Gideon? Hell know how to get through.
Gideon Langford was the eldest of the three brothers. By all accounts he was successful in everything he did, a high-flyer making the engineering firm started by his father into the vast empire it was today. Popular with the opposite sexbut light on his toes, apparently, when it came to marriage talk.
All the same, it defeated her to know how he could get through to the hotel if she couldnt. But she was beginning to feel quite desperate. Desperate enough to try anything. Have you got his number? she asked.
Ellena tried the hotel again first, but when she again couldnt get through she dialled the number Russell had given her. It was engaged, as it was on her second and third attempt. On her fourth attempt, however, it rang out, and was answered.
Langford! an all-male voice answered abruptly. So abruptly, Ellena just knew that her call was most unwelcome.
Im sorry to bother you then no more formality; she was almost past caring whom she bothered my names Ellena SpencerIm Justines sister.
Justine? he demanded clarification.
Justine and Kit, your brother, she inserted, too het up to feel foolish, because hed know Kit was his brother, for goodness sake! Theyre on a ski-ing holiday together and
Youve heard the news? Gideon cut in tersely, clearly a man who had little time to waste.
About the avalanche. Yes, she said. Ive been trying to get through to the hotel, but
Theyre missing! he stated shortly.
Missing? she gasped. How Gideon Langford had come by that information totally irrelevant as she clutched hard onto the phone receiver.
My brother and his companion left their hotel first thing this morningthey havent been seen since.
Oh, no! she whispered, tears springing to her eyes. They might have gone anywhere, she choked, clutching at straws. Russell said that the area of the avalanche was out of bounds.
Gideon Langford took in that she had been in touch with his other brother without commenting on it. Did he also tell you Kit would merely see that as another rule to be broken? he snarled harshly.
J-Justine and Kit arewell met, Ellena answered, her voice starting to fracture, the realisation hitting her that Gideon Langfords harshness might stem from the fact he was keeping a lid on his own emotions about his youngest brother. Is that all you know? she questioned.
Ill find out more when I get there.
Youre going to Austria to?
Ill have a plane standing by in a couple of hours, he butted in grimly. Then he paused for a moment and, still in the same grim tone, asked, Do you want to come? He didnt sound very enthusiastic.
Yes, she answered without hesitationit didnt require any thinking about.
Where are you?
My flat near Croydon.
Your address? he demanded, barely before she had finished speaking. She gave it to him. Ill send a car. Be ready in an hour, he instructed, and rang off.
An hour ago shed been watching the television. Now she was on her way to Austria! At any other time she might have taken exception to Gideon Langfords bossiness. But not now. At this moment she was only grateful that he was taking charge. She felt a desperate need to be near Justine. Anything was better than sitting at home worrying.
As instructed, she was ready an hour later when a chauffeur-driven limousine arrived to take her to the airport.
And it was at the airport, in a private waiting area, that she caught her first glimpse of the man who ran that mammoth concern, Langford EngineeringKits brother! Gideon Langford was tall, about ten years older than Kit, well over six feet, dark-haired and, as they shook hands, she felt pinned by a direct look from his unwavering slate-grey eyes.
She felt herself being checked over, starting with her straight blonde hair, now held back in a neat chignon. Then his eyes took in her creamy skin, her slightly hollowed cheeks and photogenic high cheekbones that sometimes caused her to seem aloof. She wasnt particularly aloof, she didnt think. It was just that she usually had some problem on her mindmost often something to do with Justine.
I dont suppose youve heard any further news? she enquired, as he let go of her hand.
He shook his head. Well just keep hoping, he said shortly, and that was about the sum total of their conversation until someone came to show them to the private jet.
They had little to say to each other throughout the journey, either. While she knew Gideon Langford was busy with his own thoughts, Ellena lapsed into thinking of her years with Justine since their parents deaths. They had been killed on a mountainsideshe couldnt bear it if Justine, too, perished... No, no, she wouldnt think that way; she just wouldnt.
She had been just seventeen; Justine fifteenand on the point of being expelled from school for some misdemeanour. Which of her misdemeanours it had been exactly was lost under the weight of all the others when word had reached them of their parents accident.
They had both been much loved by their lively, bubbly parents, but Ellena had had to do some instant growing up. Prior to the accident, she had been hopeful that her father, as he had before, might have been able to persuade Justines school from taking such drastic action as expulsion. But, he didnt come back and, while they were both devastated at losing their parents, it was Justine who had adored her fatherhe who, it had to be said, had indulged her endlessly and had refused to see anything wrong in a few high spirits and who had been inconsolable for months.
During this time Ellena had realised that her plans to go to university to study accountancy were not going to happen. Although in the light of the tragedy the school had relented, and allowed a much subdued Justine to stay with them, Ellena had felt there was no way she could leave her.
Hiding her own heartache, shed set about the practicalities of living without their parents. Out of necessity shed checked into their financial security.
Their finances werent brilliant, but they werent too bad either, shed discovered. Both she and Justine were aware of an investment which their father had made for them both in the years of their birth. They would each receive a quite substantial amountbut not until their twentieth birthdays.
Meantime, their parents house was heavily mortgaged and there were a few debts outstanding; they had all lived well, but there was nothing left over for a rainy day.
Ellena had left school straight away and, excelling at maths, obtained a job with a firm of accountants. She was reasonably well paid for her junior position, but it was nowhere near enough to pay the mortgage.
The house has got to go. Do you mind very much? shed told Justine gently.
Without Mummy and Daddy hereI dont care at all, Justine had replied listlessly.
Well find a lovely flat to rent, Ellena had decided with a brightness she was far from feeling.
If thats what you want...
It wasnt, but facts had to be faced. So the house had been soldwith just enough money left over to settle all bills and, Ellena hoped, pay rentif they were careful for the next three yearsuntil her twentieth birthday when she could claim the money from her fathers investment.
Justine had not cared for the first four apartments theyd looked at, but had started to perk up when Ellena, trying not to despair, found a flat at the more expensive end of the market.
The rents a bit more than Id calculated. Ellena had thought it wouldnt hurt to let Justine know there would have to be a few economies.
Ill leave school and get a job too, Justine had declared.
I think we can manage while you finish your education, Ellena had smiled, and, because Justine was just Justine, shed given her a loving hug. Justine had clung to her.
It had been a wrench for Ellena to leave the rambling old house she had been brought up in, but, with more than enough furniture to spare, she and Justine had moved into their new home and started to try to rebuild their lives.
On the plus side, Justine had begun behaving herself at school, and, joy of joys, Andrea Keyte, the head of A. Keyte and Company, the accountancy firm Ellena worked for, had called her into her office one wonderful morning. Mrs Keyte, then a divorced lady of thirty-seven, had interviewed her personally for the job, so knew all about her present qualifications, and that she had hoped to study accountancy. Mrs Keyte had, shed said that wonderful morning, observed how much Ellena enjoyed her work and how easily she seemed to grasp complicated issues. How, shed enquired, would Ellena feel about being articled to her?