Chapter 172

“But I understand,” Leah said with a sigh. “You don’t want to bother your friends on their anniversary.” She brightened. “Perhaps we could wait a few days, plan something here in Venice, and invite them.”

“All right,” Thomas said through clenched teeth. He would lose this battle to win the war.

“All right?” she repeated.

“We’ll wed in Athens.”

“Oh, thank you!” she cried, whirling around in his arms to embrace him. “You’re so good to me!”

“I’ll get my car,” Roger said.

“No.” Holding her in his arms, Thomas looked over her head at Roger. “My men will sort out your car. We’ll take my plane. There must be no delay.”

“I understand.” Glancing between the two of them with an amused grin, his friend gave a snort. “I’ve felt that way myself, too.” He pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll tell Lia we’re on our way.”

Leah had never expected, when she woke up that morning, that today would be her wedding day. Or that she would get married in a castle in Athens.

The beautiful Lia Notthill, called Conte