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appeared refreshed.
    Nikki braced her elbows behind her and looked over at him, reclining against the wall. "I love you Grant Rivers."
    His heart skipped a beat hearing the words. He'd heard them thousands of times uttered from her mouth and each time she said it, it felt just as good as the very first time.
    "I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs. Grant Rivers."
    Her grin widened. "Mrs Grant Rivers. It has a certain ring to it."
    "I love the sound of it," he confirmed.
    She laughed as she sat back up and looked around the room, her eyes pausing at the white marble fireplace and then again at the large whirlpool in the corner of the room. Her gaze darkened and she took her lower lips between her teeth.
    "We don't have time for that now." But, oh how he wished they did. "The wedding planner is going to be here in... He glanced down at his watch. "Ten minutes."
    She released her lower lip, gave him a pouty look and sighed. "Wedding planner? But it's just going to be the two of us, isn't it?"
    "It is. More or less, but she comes with the wedding package."
    Nikki frowned. "How much is this costing Grant?"
    Shit! He was hoping to avoid the price conversation, because he knew where that would lead - to the question of him leaving his glamorous job. He huffed at the idea of it being glamorous, but it had its perks. Like this one. "It didn't cost a thing, honey."
    She rolled her eyes and grinned. "Let me guess, you know someone who knows someone that owes you a favour."
    He grinned. Good she wasn't going to fight with him about it. "Exactly."
    Cocking her head to the side she frowned. "Okay, but if we had to pay for this room, how much would it cost?"
    Grant shrugged.
    "Grant. I'll go down there myself and ask."
    Her tone was stern, so he had no choice but to fess up. Nikki never made idle threats. "The room runs about 25 thousand a night."
    Nikki's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, after a long moment she snapped it shut. "Dollars?"
    Laughing at her astonished expression, he casually strolled over to the bed and sat down next to her. Taking a lock of hair in his hand he watched as it slowly slid from his fingers, strand by strand. "Yes, dollars. But it didn't cost me a dime."
    She opened her mouth to respond, but a knock at the door interrupted her.
    "Come in," Grant yelled, standing and holding out his hand to her. "Come on. It's time to meet the planner and get ready to become Mrs Rivers." To Grant's relief, she grinned and the excited gleam in her eyes returned.

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    "Oh no, my veil." A sense of panic rushed through Nikki. She'd packed the dress, shoes, garter . Everything. But she'd forgotten the damned veil.
    " It's fine, ma'am. We can get you one," the wedding planner, who Nikki had discovered was named Cynthia, assured her. Pulling a mobile phone from her pocket, the wedding planned called somebody in search of a veil as Nikki looked on.
    The petite young woman was very friendly and extremely helpful. She had made everything so easy that all Nikki had to do was put her gown on, and the planner even assisted her into the dress. For a moment relief washed through her. It might not be the veil she'd picked out, but whatever they had would do. She turned back to the three-winged mirror and peered at her reflection. Excited blue eyes peered back at her causing a soft smile to touch her lips.
    She was really going to do it! In less than an hour she'd be a married woman. Tears threatened to form and she fought them back. The constant weepiness she'd been experiencing lately was driving her near insane.
    The wedding was to take place in the gazebo which overlooked the crystal blue water of the Indian Ocean at dusk. They chose dusk because of the brilliance of colours - an array of reds, purples, blues and shades in between - that appeared at just the right point of the day. She couldn't have imagined a more romantic backdrop.
    After the vows they would be taken to sit at the head table for dinner, to watch the fire performers,