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But they hadn’t witnessed that, hadn’t seen as Tommy had, how much she’d taken to this outback life. However, they surely knew of her current relationship with Nathan and Nathan was not about to hide it. Nor did she want him to. Jared’s reaction didn’t worry her, but Elizabeth’s…

Miranda couldn’t help wanting her approval. Not that it would change her feelings for Nathan. It would just be so much nicer if his mother could readily accept her as part of Nathan’s life. An integral part, Miranda hoped.

He must have been listening for the Jeep to arrive. Miranda had no sooner pulled up beside the bougainvillea hedge, than Nathan was striding down the path. She simply sat and watched him, her man coming to claim her, emanating the force of energy that always entranced her. He collected her from the Jeep, swept her with him onto the verandah, but instead of taking her into the house, led her around to the west side of it.

“What are we doing? Is something wrong?” she asked, apprehension skittering through her.

“Absolutely not.” He grinned, the sparkle in his eyes denying any trouble whatsoever. “Just wanted a few private minutes with you. I find that lemon dress very fetching.”

She laughed, relaxing against him as he drew her over to the verandah railing. This side of the house faced the river, which was shining like a ribbon of yellow glass, reflecting the last vibrant rays of the sun as it slipped below the horizon. Nathan slid behind her, curling his arms around her waist, rubbing his cheek against her hair.

“A golden river, a golden sky, a golden woman,” he murmured.

“And you said you were never romantic,” Miranda teased.

“Ah, but I am, when I truly feel it in my heart. Look what I have in my hand, Miranda.”

He held it out as she glanced down. It was a grey velvet jeweler’s box—a ring box!

Her heart stopped, then catapulted around her chest. Was this it…the commitment of forever?

“Open it!”

The soft pulse of his words in her ear made her dizzy. Her hands trembled as they moved to obey his command. For a moment, the spring lid of the box seemed to resist the pressure of her thumbs and fingers. Then it opened and she gasped at the splendour of the ring twinkling up at her—a huge oval yellow diamond surrounded by smaller white diamonds, set on a band of gold.

“Wear this and the sun will never set on my love for you, Miranda,” Nathan murmured as he lifted the ring from its satin slot. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, spreading her left hand so he could slide the ring onto her third finger. It fitted perfectly. She couldn’t stop gazing at it, stunned by the sheer magnificence of his choice for her.

“Do you like it?”

Her heart too full to speak, she whirled around and let her eyes speak for her as she flung her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for all her feelings to be expressed in a kiss. She loved him so much, unequivocally, had done for a long time, and for this proposal to come now, before the season was over…and such a fabulous ring would have been ordered even earlier. Nathan had to believe they were truly made for each other and nothing would ever break the bond they shared.

“I take it that means yes,” he said happily, his eyes shining into hers.

“The sun will never set on my love for you, either,” she promised huskily. “I’ll die with your ring on my finger, Nathan.”

He laughed. “I’d rather you marry me first. If it’s okay with you, that will be a week after the resort closes.”

“Anything you arrange is okay with me,” she said blissfully.

“Then let’s go and get my mother moving on it.”

“Your mother?”

“She never had a daughter. You’re it, Miranda. Her first bride in the family. She can hardly wait to arrange a wedding to remember.”

“Really?” Miranda had never allowed hope or imagination to zoom that far. “I was worried she might not approve of us.”

“Big wedding! Huge celebration to welcome in the new mistress of King’s Eden. Brace yourself for the inevitable, my love! No escape from it.”

She didn’t want to escape from it. At long last she truly belonged somewhere…to this man, this place, this family…and their wedding would put the final seal on the sense of belonging.

Elizabeth watched them enter the sitting-room, hand in hand, their faces aglow with happiness…a very well matched couple, she thought with satisfaction. The party of people Nathan had invited to celebrate the engagement thronged around them, showering congratulations and good wishes—all the station community and the friends Miranda had made at the resort, most of them radiating pleasure in the announcement.

Though not quite everyone…

A wistful look on Sam’s face, Elizabeth noted. And a touch of envy on Tommy’s. Nothing like seeing two people really getting it together to bring home one’s lack of success in that area. Perhaps Nathan and Miranda’s wedding could be used to promote the match that should have been made years ago, but for two very stubborn and proud personalities.

Tommy as best man.

Sam as chief bridesmaid.

The goodwill of the day rubbing off on them.

Some discreet meddling.

Oh, yes, this was going to be a big wedding.

Elizabeth had the next generation of Kings right in her sights!

The Playboy King’s Wife (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)

Emma Darcy

CHAPTER ONE (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)

A KING family wedding…but it wasn’t hers and Tommy’s as she’d dreamed of so many times.

Even as Samantha Connelly told herself it was a terrible thing to envy people she really liked and wished well, the feeling would not go away. In another hour or so, Miranda Wade would be exchanging marriage vows with Nathan King, their love for each other would be shining out of them, and Sam just knew she was going to be sick with envy.

The worst of it was, there was no way to avoid seeing this wedding through at close quarters. As the one and only bridesmaid, she couldn’t wander off and lose herself amongst the crowd of guests. She had to be on hand, performing her duties as helper of the bride, and the whole time she would have to suffer being linked to Tommy King, Nathan’s brother and best man, wishing she was the bride and he was the groom.

Tommy…who still treated her like a kid sister to be petted and teased and taken for granted as a background part of his life.

Tommy…who’d probably be eyeing off every attractive woman at the wedding. But not her. Never her. And she’d end up saying something mean and bitchy to him out of sheer frustration, when what she truly wanted…

A knock on her door and Elizabeth King’s call, “Are you dressed, Sam? May I come in?” forced a swift change of expression from gloom to the expected pleasurable excitement.

“Yes. I’m ready,” she replied, preparing herself for the all too discerning scrutiny of Tommy’s mother.

Elizabeth stepped into the room that had been allotted to Sam years ago when she’d first come to work on the great cattle station of King’s Eden. Those days were long gone, but the sense of being at home here with Elizabeth filling the role of her stand-in mother still lingered. Comfortable familiarity and affection poured into both their smiles as they viewed each other in their wedding finery.

“You look wonderful, Elizabeth.” Sam spoke first, admiring the graceful silvery grey tunic and long skirt the older woman wore with distinction. The outfit was made of a soft, fine knit and trimmed with satin ribbon, and it was set off with the beautiful pearls she always wore. Even in her sixties Elizabeth King was still a very handsome woman, tall, white-haired, with the brilliant dark brown eyes Tommy had inherited.

“So do you, Sam,” came the warm reply. “More beautiful than I’ve ever seen you.”

The compliment stirred a self-deprecating laugh. “The miracle of cosmetics. I hardly recognise myself. No freckles on show, my hair done up…” She turned to her reflection in the dressing-table mirror. “It’s like looking at a stranger.”