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PROLOGUE

St Mary’s Church, London

‘IT’S NOT TOO late, Gabe,’ Rafe drawled softly The church was packed with his brother’s softly chatting wedding guests as they waited for the bride to arrive

‘I checked earlier There’s a door at the back of the vestry where you can escape’

‘Shut up, Rafe’ His two brothers, one seated either side of Rafe, spoke together; Gabriel with the tension of the anxious bridegroom, and Michael with his customary terseness

‘Hush, Rafe’ Their father spoke with soft warning from the pew behind them

Rafe grinned unrepentantly ‘The jet is just sitting there on the tar off to the Caribbean for your honeye’

‘Will you just stop?’ Gabriel turned to glare at him, his face white and strained as he waited for the start of the organ music that would announce the arrival of his bride at the church Bryn was already five minutes late, and eachthe lines of tension in his brow

Rafe’s grin widened as he relaxed back in the pew, having long considered teasing both of his brothers as being part of his role in life

‘You and Michael would never have had any adventures at all if it weren’t for me!’

‘Marriage to Bryn is going to be biggest adventure of my life,’ Gabriel assured him with certainty

Rafe are of how many years his brother had been in love with Bryn, a love his brother had believed was dooo

‘She’s gorgeous, I’ll admit that’

‘Rafe, will you just stop winding him up?’ Michael, the eldest of the three brothers, clipped abruptly as Gabriel’s hands clenched and unclenched ‘We don’t need a fist fight between the groos!’