Reunited At The Altar. Kate Hardy

he hadn’t changed. How stupid she was to think that five years might have made a difference. ‘You do that,’ she said. ‘But if you’re not smiling all day until your face hurts on Saturday, then you’ll answer to me.’

      His eyes widened as if he was shocked that she could even think that he’d do anything less than be delighted for his twin. ‘Ruby’s my sister.’

      ‘And you’ve been there for her?’ It was a rhetorical question, because they both knew the answer. He hadn’t. He’d shut himself away in his lab, suffering in silence and not letting anyone comfort him—and that had also meant he wasn’t able to comfort anyone else.

      A muscle worked in his jaw. ‘That’s none of your business.’

      ‘That’s the attitude you took when it was still my business,’ she said. ‘Stubborn, refusing to see any other point of view except your own.’ The anger she hadn’t realised she was suppressing flared up, and the words came out before she could stop them. ‘That’s what killed your dad. Don’t let it kill you, too.’

      He stood up, his dark eyes full of answering anger, and walked out without a word.

      He didn’t even slam the door behind him. Just left it open.

      Abigail stared after him, the flash of anger suddenly gone and leaving her full of guilt.

      Oh, God. What had she done?

      She was supposed to be civil to the man and start pouring oil at the first sign of any troubled waters. But instead she’d stirred up the storm. Big time.

      OK.

      Tomorrow, she’d apologise. And hope that she could repair the damage in time for Ruby’s wedding.