Falling for Mr Wrong (22 page)

She pressed her lips together pretending to decide on what she would prefer, but there really wasn’t a decision. Kissing Nate was bliss and she never gave up a chance to have him press his lips against hers. “Kiss, it is,” she announced. “Thank you Nate for everything.” She may not like surprises but he had thought of everything. The wedding would be what she wanted – her mum would have made all her favourite foods and it would be a lovely family affair. There would not be any media or hangers-on. It would be all she dreamed of and more. Was it any wonder she had fallen so hard for Nate? He had come after her, made compromises and was now giving her the most perfect day for them to start their married lives together.

They kissed and moments later, she found herself grinning at Nate. It matched the look he gave her. “I love you more than anything.”

“More than Israel—” his brow lifted in hopeful expectation.

She gave his shoulder a playful slap. “You still have one year and five months before making a decision. Besides, I thought you were happy.”

“You know I’m happy.” He wore his smile with honesty.

She sniggered. “Because of those ex-pat blokes you met?”

He grinned. “
The London Lads
? We’re mates who like to drink beer, eat meat pies and watch football.”

She punched his arm lightly. “For someone who claimed to only want to live in London, you’ve done pretty well in making heaps of friends.
Plus,
you speak better Hebrew than me. I can’t believe how fluent you are in such a short time.” She pressed her lips together. “I think you’re fitting in better than me.”

“Well, you’d better start practising your words then.” He gave her a cheeky grin before kissing her pout away. “It’s traditional for the groom to give the bride a present.”

She scratched her head. “I haven’t heard of that.”

“I just made it up.” He dug his mobile phone from his pocket, turned it on and flicked through screens.

Annoyance zipped along her arms. “You’re checking your emails, now?”

“I need you to see this. It’s in today’s paper,” he said, still focussing on his phone until he found what he was looking for and handed it to her.

She took the phone and read every word. “I can’t believe it.” Her heart thundered against her chest as she re-read the first paragraph.

“Believe it baby, Sebastian and his arrogant arse are no more.” Pride beamed from his mouth as he gazed at her.

“You made him resign? How did you…” Her eyes widened as she registered exactly what he had done. With the truth, Nate had brought that creep down.

“I have to confess, it was a pleasure,” he added with a faux-serious tone.

She looked back at the phone. “It says he resigned for personal reasons.”

He sniggered. “His personal reasons revolved around you, Bea and his inability to keep his trousers on. He’s going to have plenty of time to think and reflect now that he’s retired from politics.”

“Good riddance.” She threw her arms around her husband-to-be. “I love my present but I love you more.”

“I love you more than you will ever know.”

They stood in the sunshine and kissed.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” she whispered between kisses.

“Me too,” he said before kissing her with a thoroughness that did not allow them to say anything else. Well, not for a while, anyway.