Wedding Promises. Sophie Pembroke

wits about him if they both wanted to make it through the evening intact.

      ‘You shouldn’t have said that,’ she whispered to him as they turned away.

      ‘Probably not,’ he agreed. ‘But you have to admit it was fun.’

      The secret smile she gave him was reward enough.

      ‘Where are we going?’ she asked as he steered her across the room.

      ‘Ah.’ As much as he wished he could just lead her out of the bar, back through the endless hotel corridors to their room, he had promised his parents he was coming back. With her. ‘Well, if you consider your parents the frying pan...let’s just say our next stop could be thought of as the fire.’

      Laurel groaned. ‘I’m going to need more champagne for this, aren’t I?’

      ‘Definitely,’ Dan said, and flagged down a passing waiter.