Chapter 50
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The wedding had to come first.
He'd taken every care not to give Erin any cause to change her mind about their marriage, always keeping their son's welfare as the prime reason for it. The sex, which had been so memorable to him and had to be to her, as well, was a secondary lure, promising that the commitment would not be without pleasure.
However, the fact that she'd walked away from it once had made him wary of using it as a form of pressure to keep her on track. Once the marriage vows were taken, there would be no walking away.
Ever again.
Which was precisely how he wanted it.
'You're looking grim, Peter. Is everything okay between you and Erin?"
He finished fastening the second cuff link and lifted his gaze to Damien who was standing by, holding the buttonhole carnation ready to be attached to his lapel. He'd been best man for Damien Wynter at his wedding to Charlotte and his friend was now returning the favour.
'Have you detected anything wrong?" he asked, aware of how astute Damien was.
He and Charlotte had spent quite a lot of time with Erin since they'd arrived from London for Christmas, staying on for the wedding. They liked her and he thought she liked them, especially warming to his sister, perhaps even confiding some anxiety about the future.
'No. Just aware that you're rather tense," was the dry response.
It drew a wry smile from Peter."I've manipulated Erin into this marriage, just as you did with Charlotte. I'm hoping it works out as well as yours has."
'I hope so, too. She's a very special woman." No criticism from Damien. Sympathetic understanding in his dark eyes."You did what you had to do,
Peter.
Don't fret it. Just go on and win. I have every confidence that you'll find a
way to Erin's heart. If you haven't already." 'What makes you say that?"
'Making a movie of The Mythical Horses of Mirrima is a masterstroke.
Shows you listened to her. Shows you appreciate her wonderfully creative storytelling.
Shows you're not jealous of her career as a writer because you're giving it a boost. And having Zack Freeman consult with her over the screenplay shows respect for her right to have her own vision transferred to a different medium."
Which all demonstrated to Peter just how astute Damien was."Read me like a book," he conceded, reaching for the buttonhole to pin it on.
'You're a master tactician. I've always admired that in you."
But what his head told him was one thing, what he felt with Erin Lavelle was quite another. He wanted her to respond to him as she had before. He needed that from her. Having his son wasn't enough.
The white carnation was the final touch, marking him as the groom. He wondered what his bride was thinking, feeling. She was in the other wing of the family mansion, having been his mother's guest here at Palm Beach ever since they'd left Byron Bay and come to Sydney. Charlotte was with her now, carrying out the role of matron of honour.
Had Erin been watching the limousines roll in, bringing the wedding guests to the huge marquee in the grounds, thinking how few of them had been invited by her? This wedding was his show. But it was for her, to give her the spotlight as his bride, to give her all she deserved to have. Her own parents would not have provided it. They'd been only too happy for Peter to take it on. Even her mother who had remarried a few years ago. It was only too obvious her second husband came first, her daughter an almost unwelcome reminder that she had been married before.
Erin had been out of any family life for a long time. Alone in a way he'd never been alone. At least she had his family now. And Jack. Her love for their son was a beautiful thing to see. This marriage would work. He'd make it work.
'You're getting that grim face again, Peter," Damien warned.
He forced himself to relax."I was just thinking it might have been easier for Erin to get married in a registry office as she suggested, instead of all this pomp and ceremony."
'No." A very decisive no."I have it on good authority—namely my wife— that every woman wants a wedding to remember and a no frills affair does not meet the mark." He clamped a hand on Peter's shoulder."Time for us to get
going. Let's make it a happy night."
'Right! Thanks for your support, Damien." 'My pleasure."
They grinned at each other—both of them born warriors who would not accept defeat. They would stand shoulder to shoulder at this wedding and if happiness could be won, they would win it.
'Here!" Charlotte handed her the bridal bouquet and stood back to eye the full effect of how Erin would appear, walking down the aisle."Perfect!" she declared."Your fans are going to love the photos. You look just like a fairy-tale princess bride."
Erin stared at her reflection in the cheval mirror, her heart lifting at seeing herself precisely how she had dreamt of looking as a bride. She loved the sweetheart neckline of her dress—old-fashioned perhaps, but the more modern strapless dresses had not been what she had envisioned for herself.
The tightly moulded bodice was beautifully beaded with tiny crystals, as was the hem and lower half of the gloriously wide skirt. A diamond tiara—lent to her by Peter's mother—held the veil which frothed out to form a magical frame for her long black hair, softly curling down over her shoulders. A make-up artist had done wonders with her face. It could be called beautiful today. It really could.
She was glad now that Peter had pushed her into accepting a big, formal wedding. He'd been right to do it. Right about so many things. His family had welcomed her into its fold, making meeting them, being with them, incredibly easy. Christmas had been marvellous, especially with Charlotte and Damien being here with their two-year-old son, James, and their four-month-old daughter, Genevieve. The warmth, the laughter, the gift-giving…it had felt so good to be part of it. Not an outsider at all.
Even Lloyd Ramsey, who looked so terribly intimidating, had turned out to be surprisingly charming. And he loved Jack. His new grandson was definitely the apple of his eye. He'd perch Jack on his big, broad chest while he read the newspaper, informing the baby of any interesting movement on the share market.
'This boy is a Ramsey," he'd declared."Can't start learning too soon."
The past two months had been a huge learning curve for Erin. She'd been very wrong about Peter's mother viewing her as an interesting curiosity. Kate truly admired her work, knew every story she'd written. And Lloyd Ramsey admired the fact that she was a performer, using her God-given talent to the best of her ability, making a big success of it.
No-one expected her to stop writing and just be Peter's wife. Least of all, Peter, who was determined on increasing public awareness of her authorship with his movie ofThe Mythical Horses of Mirrima.
'Happy?" Charlotte asked, grinning at her.
Erin smiled back."I couldn't look better. And you look stunning, too."
Charlotte was wearing a gold satin sheath, perfect for her colouring. Her hair was darker than Peter's, more caramel with blond streaks, and she had amber eyes, not blue. To Erin's mind, Charlotte and Damien, who was tall, dark and strikingly handsome, were a golden couple. They shone with happiness in their love for each other. She fiercely hoped this marriage would work, that she and Peter could end up living happily ever after together.
'Something wrong?" Charlotte asked.
Erin shook her mind back to the present."No. Everything's fine."
'You went away for a moment." There was a frown of concern on her face. 'I have a habit of doing that," Erin quickly replied, grimacing an apology.
The frown didn't clear."It didn't look like a good place, Erin. Are you okay with marrying Peter?"
'Yes. Yes, I am. He's a good man. I've never met better." That was the absolute truth.
Charlotte's expression turned reflective."You know, I didn't love Damien when I married him. He more or less rescued me from a nasty situation and I took the chance he offered to turn humiliation into a triumph."
'You're very well matched."
'Yes." A wicked grin burst across her face."And he's still the sexiest man in the world for me." One eye arched in provocative inquiry."I take it you were hot for Peter when Jack was conceived?"
'Very much so," she answered wryly.
'Well, I don't know what went wrong between you two back then, but if that primal spark is still there, it sort of pushes you into growing closer together.
Just don't hold back on it, Erin. Peter needs to be wanted for himself, you know. Not for what he can give."
'I know." She smiled to show that she understood."Thank you, Charlotte."
Erin was only too aware of how much Peter was giving. It was an embarrassment of riches all going one way. She wasn't giving him anything except ready access
to their son.
