‘I can’t find my honeymoon nightie. Do you have it?’
Trig opened his mouth as if to speak and then shut it again with a snap. He shook his head. No.
She looked beneath the pillows. ‘Did we rip it?’
Still no sound from Trig.
‘Could be the cleaner mistook it for ribbon,’ he said at last.
‘Ribbon?’
‘There wasn’t much of it. But there were bows. Lots of bows. Made out of ribbon.’
‘Oh.’ Lena tried to reconcile ribbon nightwear with the rest of her clothing. ‘I really should be able to remember that.’
She passed her husband on the way to the shower and when she stepped beneath the spray she could have sworn she heard him whimper.
Dear Reader,
I love writing connected stories. I’m particularly fond of exploring the dynamics between siblings and how those dynamics change when siblings start bringing partners into the family unit. It’s fun. Sometimes there’s conflict. Sometimes I break out the popcorn.
What The Bride Didn’t Know is the third book in the West Family series, and I’m thrilled to finally be bringing Lena’s story to readers. Lena and Trig have been friends since childhood and he’s such an integral part of her life that Lena doesn’t dare risk seducing him in case it all goes wrong. Until she loses her memory in a foreign land a long, long way from home and then all bets are off.
The other stories in the West Family series so far are:
Flirting With Intent Cracking The Dating Code
Best wishes and happy reading,
Kelly Hunter
What the Bride
Didn’t Know
Kelly Hunter
Accidentally educated in the sciences, KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairy tales, fantasy worlds and losing herself in a good book. Husband…yes. Children… two boys. Cooking and cleaning…sigh. Sports…no, not really—in spite of the best efforts of her family. Gardening…yes. Roses, of course. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.
Kelly’s novels Sleeping Partner and Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy were both finalists for a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award in the Best Contemporary Series Romance category!
Visit Kelly online at www.kellyhunter.net.
This and other titles by Kelly Hunter are available in eBook format—check out www.millsandboon.co.uk
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Contents
PROLOGUE
Seventeen-year-old Lena West didn’t understand the question. It had something to do with Euler’s formula and complex z but, beyond that, Lena had no clue. Groaning, she dropped her pen on top of her grid paper and put her palms to her eyes so that she couldn’t see the sweep of ocean beyond the screen door. Summer and school work never mixed well. Not when there was a beach a few metres from the house and a swell that had seen her older brother take to the water the minute they’d arrived home from school.
It wasn’t fair that Jared could do his maths homework in his head. It didn’t help that her two younger siblings were bona-fide geniuses—one evil and one not—and could have answered question six in under ten seconds. Fourteen-year-old Poppy—who was not evil—would have helped her had she been around, but Poppy had been seconded to the University of Queensland’s mathematical think tank and spent most of her time in Brisbane these days. Thirteen-year-old Damon wasn’t around to ask either. He was pulling yet another after-school detention—his theory being that if he was unruly enough and sneaky enough, he might just manage to avoid the land of secret-squirrel think thanks altogether. Lena applauded Damon’s initiative, even if she didn’t like his chances.
When you were that bright, people noticed.
Not that Lena had anything to worry about there.
Sighing, Lena opened her eyes and picked up her pen. Question six. There it was. Mocking her. One simple little question that everybody else in her freaky family could do in their sleep.
‘Moron,’ she grumbled.
‘Who is?’ said a deliciously deep voice from behind her and Lena nearly slipped her skin because she hadn’t heard anyone come in. She knew the voice though, and her scowl deepened as she turned to glare at Adrian Sinclair, their neighbour from two doors down and Jared’s best friend since kindergarten. ‘Don’t you knock?’ she asked grumpily and knew it for a stupid question even as it left her mouth. Adrian didn’t have to knock—he practically lived here.
‘Didn’t want to interrupt your thought flow.’